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user00003123 · 10 months

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NOW LIVE: IN A TRANCE feat. e. jaeger

SUMMARY: eren feels like you have him in in a trance

CONTENT WARNINGS: college! plug! eren x fem! reader, smut, mdni, college au, smoking weed, reader has piereced nipples and belly piercing, dub con (both eren & reader are high), neck kissing/sucking, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), face sitting, hand job, pussy drunk eren, nickname (pretty girl), slight dirty talk, wc. 1,957

Eren Jaeger was the well know dealer around the campus, even having some clients that didn't attend the university. So it shouldn't have surprised him when it's you walking out of the apartment building he was sitting in front of waiting to make a delivery.

He had received a text earlier that day from someone saying they needed weed to help them relieve some stress from exams, and the person didn't live far, just on the opposite side of his apartment complex, so he didn't mind driving. Now seeing that it was you he was texting, he felt his heartbeat pick up the closer you got to his car.

From the moment he saw you on campus you've had him under your spell. Every time he would pass you on campus or see you at a party, it was like he was in a movie scene where the girl has a light from heaven shining on her and everything else around her was blurry.

Sometimes his jaw would fall open, Armin wiping the side of his mouth while saying, "Close up pretty boy, you're drooling." The comment making Jean and Connie laugh also adds to the teasing, resulting in Eren punching both boys in the arm and muttering a 'shut up.'

You clouded his thoughts, even when you weren't around somehow, distracting him while doing homework, playing the game, hanging out with friends, and even smoking. Just from locking eyes with you for one second, you were all this man could think about.

Hearing a knock on his window pulls him out of his thoughts and he rolls the window down, greeting you with a smile.

"Thank you so much for doing this," holding out your hand to give him the $30, he counts it before handing you 15. "You said it was 30."

He shakes his head, handing you the small baggy, "New customer deal." He had never given a new customer a 50% off deal before, but for you, he made the exception.

"I appreciate that Eren," and then your face contorts into a small pout. "Uh...actually, do you think you could roll these for me? I've never rolled one before."

"Oh yeah, definitely," he holds his hand out for the bag.

"How about you come up to my apartment?" You put your hands on your face in embarrassment, laughing a little. "Sorry if I sound forward or weird, I just would rather you be comfortable since I'm making you do more work.

He agrees saying it's not weird and gets out of his car following you into the building. Opening the door to your apartment he's greeted with a warm scent of vanilla as he looks around. Your lights are dim, soft sounds of Rick and Morty playing on your tv that's mounted on a wall, and a few pictures of you with friends and family next to it.

You gesture for him to sit on your couch making room on the small table you had in front of it for him to use. You sat on the smaller sofa on the opposite side of the couch pulling your legs up to your chest.

"You a smoker?" he questions taking the weed out of the small baggy he had placing it in his grinder.

"Not really, I smoke at parties if my friends have some, but that's it," he nods, taking the weed out of the grinder and sprinkling it on the paper. "How long have you been dealing?"

Pursing his lips together, he looks up thinking, "About a year."

"Do you like it?" you question, head leaning against your arms.

"Yeah, it's not a hard job, drugs are always in demand, so I'll always have business," he explains. "and the pay is good."

Finishing up rolling your blunts, he smiles at you as he shows them to you, "Perfection."

"Thank you so much," you stand up, trying to hand him the other $15 but he puts his hand up stopping you.

"I told you, new customer deal," you follow him to your door, walking him out. "Text me if you need anything else."

Making it a weekly thing, you text him when you need some weed and he'll come up to your apartment to roll it for you. The more he comes over the more you two get to know each other, eventually asking him to just stay and smoke with you, since he was still giving you a discount even though you're not a new customer anymore.

You started inviting him to hang out at your place, not even wanting to smoke, just wanting to be around him. You would notice him just staring at you sometimes, snapping your fingers in his face and he'd just apologized with a laugh. It didn't bother you, not even close, it made you feel fuzzy all over, and you finally decided to ask him about it.

Your bedroom is filled with laughter and hip-hop playing softly in the background as you are both laid on your bed. His head felt fuzzy, you consuming his thoughts and he didn't even realize he was staring with a dopey grin on his face.

"Why do you do that?" you have the same dopey grin on your face as you're looking at him and Trance by Metro Boomin starts to play.

"Do what?" He raises his eyebrow nodding his head to the beat of the song.

"Stare at me. You do it a lot," you sit up against your bed frame, your hand scratching at his scalp. He had his hair in a bun, a few strands framing his face.

"I don't know . . . you're just pretty," he licks his lips, eyes still staring into yours.

"Shut up," you laugh and he closes his eyes, enjoying your fingers playing in his hair.

"I'm serious, you're so pretty," you don't say anything. You both just humming to the music.

"You know this song reminds me of you," you look down at him, his eyes still closed.

"Why's that?"

"Whenever I look at you, I feel like I'm in a trance," he moves his hand to run over your leg. "even randomly throughout the day I'll just start thinking about you."

You pushed his head to make him look away from you as your grinning, cheeks hurt, "That's just the weed talking."

"It's not, I swear," his eyes open. "The first time I saw you, way before I even brought you weed that first time, I felt like you were compelling me to just focus on you."

"You're so dramatic," you sigh head leaning back against the headboard.

"You were just so pretty, I couldn't even focus on anything else that day," he confessed. "Even after that, we never talked and you would randomly just pop up in my head."

You hid your face in his hand, giggling at his words, head feeling so hazy. Taking a peek at him from between your fingers, he lights the blunt that was sitting on your nightstand, and he just looks so good . . .

"Come here," he taps your thighs and you look at him confused cause you’re already so close. "Sit on my lap."

Without a second thought, you were straddling his lap, feeling his dick right against your thigh, and he lets out a small groan, as he is exhaling the smoke. His eyes are low and red, looking over your body. You're wearing a white camisole that stopped just above your belly piercing and black shorts that showed quite a bit of your ass.

His hand is rubbing your thigh, his lip caught between his teeth. Your hands go under his hoodie, lightly scraping your nails against his soft skin, licking your lips at how good he looks.

He's licking his dry lips as he's looking at you before taking another drag of the blunt. Grabbing your face he pulls you down so your lips are almost touching and he blows the smoke into your mouth while you inhale it. Closing the little space between you, your lips are pressed to his in a needy and heated kiss.

Hands comb through his hair as you're lightly grinding against him, needing to ease the sensation between your legs. He puts the bunt in the ashtray then both of his hands go down to your ass, groping and helping you grind against him. Your both moaning in each other's mouth, whiny breaths.

"Want you to sit on my face," he says between kisses with a smile. You peck his lips a few more times before crawling up his body so you're clothed pussy is hovering over his face. Using his index finger, he slides your shorts over revealing your glistening cunt. He nudged your clit with his nose, inhaling your scent, then blowing his breath on the nub watching you shiver.

Being impatient you sit down on his face and he hums burring his face between your thighs, tongue greedily lapping at your wet folds. You're grabbing onto the headboard, moans slipping from your lips, as he's flicking his tongue against your clit.

He's so loud as he slurps your essence from your dripping hole, feeling it clench around nothing against his lips. You're whimpering his name, fingers tugging at his brown locks, eyes looking down to meet his. "Taste . . so good," he's so pussy drunk already, loud moans vibrating against your lower lips.

Grinding your little puffy nub into his nose, his tongue slides into your drooling hole, penetrating it, feeling you squeeze his pink muscle. He's watching your eyes screwed shut, jaw slack, and head falling back.

He has the perfect few of your pebbled nipples poking through your shirt, as your chest rises and falls, the more you hump his face, "So pretty—riding my face."

You reach behind you rubbing your hand against his bulge and he's instantly grinding against it, so needy to be touched. You push his sweatpants down with the help of him raising his hips, and his dick flings out free. You give him a few pumps before spitting in your hand and stroking him again, "Ah—fuck."

He's so messy eating your pussy, nose and chin sticky with your arousal, desperately slurping at your pussy, the sounds getting louder and filthier, as your thighs twitch around his head. He's moaning and groaning, at the taste of your pussy and how good your hand feels wrapped around his dick.

Your legs are growing tired, shamelessly humping his face, feeling your orgasm almost hit its peak, "Gonna . . cum Eren."

His eyes are rolling back, mumbling something incoherent into your pussy as his hips are stuttering into your hand. He slides his hands from your ass up to your nipples, pinching and pulling at the buds, as you start to twist your wrist and squeeze his tip as you stroked his cock.

Holding his head still with the grip you had on his now messy bun, you feel your orgasm crash over you with a few screams of Eren's name, and he's following right behind you. Globs of cum coating your hand and his lower stomach, your hand still moving helping him ride out his orgasm.

When you both come down from your highs, you're sitting back on his thighs, Eren's face is glistening with your arousal, licking his lips savoring your taste. With a lazy grin on your face, you lean down giving him sloppy kisses, tasting yourself on his lips with a moan, "Taste so sweet, pretty girl."

Kissing down your neck to your chest, he's sucking on one of your nipples, tongue darting out licking around the cold metal hearts, while his fingers play with the other one, "Can I taste you again?"

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xfgpng · 1 year

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 —

— : [ nsfw ] fingering, cunnilingus, pet names, filming, unprotected sex (filming is consensual) + ex best friends step brother 😈 (reader is here to get her lick back!)

— : wc : 1k+

a/n - eren is just there to do a good deed. he also definitely has a thing for the reader but they’re not together just yet. (reader has a shitty ex) — also there’s no stepcest here. eren is the older step brother of her friend.

breakups were hard for everyone. you were certain that enough people had experienced heartache in the same way that you did but it was more embarrassing when you walked in on your, now ex boyfriend, fucking your, now ex best friend.

she had been so smug about it too, smirking at the stunned and stupid look on your face. he, at least, had the decency to run after you, begging for your forgiveness. you slapped him right across the face before storming out.

you told yourself you weren’t going to be petty about it. you were above that shit but when the two of them walked into campus, holding hands not even 3 days later, you were livid and once again embarrassed. how could you let someone like him play with you?

it was obvious eren, your now ex best friends older brother (step brother but semantics), had been trying to get with you for as long as you can remember. he would play it off as innocent flirting but you knew that if you gave in, he’d be down to fuck you and whatever else you wanted.

you knew, from the way she’d look and talk about him, that she had a crush on him. it was weird to you but you ignored a lot of red flags about the girl, always wanting to see the good in people.

“you’re spacing out again baby” he grins, teeth grazing your inner thigh as he glances towards his phone. he sends a wink to the camera and your face feels hot. he really had no shame.

“stop teasing me” you whine, gasping when you feel his tongue flatten against your pussy. your hands fly towards his head, gripping his hair tight enough that he groans, flicking your clit in retaliation.

he was so good with his tongue, eating your pussy like his favourite dessert. he didn’t break eye contact either, smiling against you when you felt shy enough to look away.

“come on baby, let me see that pretty face hm?” he chuckles, licking his lips as he slips his index and middle fingers into you. the rings were cold against your clit and you tried to close your legs on instinct.

“i bet he misses your pussy” eren says, looking at his phone camera again, “sweetest thing i’ve ever tasted”

“eren” you moan, hands going up to grip your breasts, wanting to put on a show for him and his camera.

“that’s right, let them know who’s making you feel good” he smirks, going back in to suck on your clit. his lips make a suction and he slurps, noise filling the room with embarrassing squelching sounds alongside your breathy moans.

he could listen to you for hours and he definitely planned to make your his permanently after he fucked you into oblivion.

“want you” you say, reaching out to grab his shoulders, “please”

you pout, pretty eyelashes batting up at him when he stands to remove his pants and boxers. your jaw nearly drops when you see his cock. you knew it was big from all the grinding and dry humping you’d been doing earlier in his car.

he grips his hard cock, thick and heavy. it’s flushed at the tip and it has you licking your lips.

“you ever let that dumb fuck hit it raw?” he asks, rubbing his tip between your folds, biting back a groan at how wet you are. if he was being completely honest, he’s thought about you like this for as long as he’s known you but seeing you under him like this, it was so much better than he imagined.

“no” you say, biting your lip as you look at the camera again. your face is hidden but it’s still pretty obvious who eren is fucking. he’s not shy about the camera, he hopes you’ll be into making more with him.

“yeah?” he grins, gasping when he slips his tip into you. he tries not to make any embarrassing noises so soon but god you feel so good around him. “fuck baby, just like that”

you’re no better yourself, spreading your legs wider for him. when you came to him with the idea of fucking on camera, knowing your ex would be so pissed off, you didn’t think you’d be this into it but you like seeing eren lose himself like this.

“will you cum inside me?” you moan, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, “please, i’ll be so good for you”

“y/n” he warns, biting your neck as he picks up his pace. he’d definitely give you what you want and so much more. he’s been around but never fucked anyone raw and he might be biased but your pussy was by far the best he’s ever had.

“you’re so deep” you moan louder, biting his earlobe when he goes to kiss your jaw.

“are you still okay baby?” he whispers, kissing your cheek and slowing down his pace significantly.

“yes” you nod, wrapping your legs around his waist, “please continue”

“as you wish” he grins, wrapping his hand loosely around your neck, “tap my arm twice if it gets too much”

when you nod, he frowns and leans down so your lips are almost touching.

“words baby, i need to know that you’re still with me” he says gently

“yes, i understand” you say, feeling a little shy. you weren’t necessarily inexperienced, quite the opposite really but you’ve never had anyone care so much about you and how you were feeling during sex.

“good girl” he grins down at you, tightening his hold around your neck a little more as he thrusts into you harder. squelching noises filled his bedroom alongside your pretty moans.

“gonna give you all my cum” he moans, hips stuttering when he feels you squeeze around him, muscles tightening at the thought of being stuffed full.

he loved how you looked. your eyes glazed over with unshed tears, lips puffy from the way you had been biting them and it was because of him and not your stupid fucking ex boyfriend or anyone else.

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zvynita · 9 months

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part one here

tags: @ykimobessed @aiyaaayei

Prince!Onyankopon who made it his mission to court you.

He was so undeniably in love at first sight. From the curls atop your head to the very tips of your painted toes, you were everything he’d envisioned his woman could be, and he just had to have you.

Prince!Onyankopon who approached you with confidence in his strides, complimenting your beauty with a smile that made you weak in the knees.

He was handsome, almost unbearably so, and you found it ironic that you’d managed to cross paths with someone so attractive after your most recent breakup.

After ending a two-year relationship just last month, you’d sworn off romance for the foreseeable future. Your wounds were still fresh and you didn’t think you were ready for dating, especially not so soon.

But when Prince!Onyankopon asked you out, his tone deep, honeyed, and alluring enough to make your pussy flutter, you simply could not find it in you to refuse.

Prince!Onyankopon who treated you to dinner at one of the most extravagant restaurants in the city.

He spared no expense, ensuring that you were not only fed the finest but genuinely enjoying his company. Every one of his compliments earned him a dazzling smile, and his jokes a harmonic laugh.

Even your conversation was effortless, natural even—a clear sign, to him at least, that you were meant to be.

Prince!Onyankopon who, when your date concluded, offered to take you home.

You were primed to tell him yes—neither of you willing to part from one another just yet—when you were bombarded by a sudden barrage of flashes.

Paparazzi?

“Your Highness, Your Highness!” They yelled, parroting over the shutters of their cameras. “How are you enjoying your stay in America?”

Prince!Onyankopon shielded you from the crowd, his first instinct to protect you and your identity from the media as they swarmed you both like hungry vultures.

He pulled you close, strong arms encircling your waist as he swiftly maneuvered you both away from the restaurant and toward an awaiting vehicle guarded with security.

Prince!Onyankopon who was furious that his cover had been blown, but met your frazzled stare with remorseful composure once you both were within the safety of his guard.

“Please Y/N, allow me to explain…”

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chatterbox-73 · 7 months

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.Sugar Daddy Mummy.

Baby boy.

Eren Yaeger x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary/inspiration/prompt: your a woman with too much money and a tendency to spend nights with handsome young men, hoping from one to another never being with the same guy twice, however one young man might just change that.

Word count: 1.3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, mummy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving) cream pie, drinking alcohol, modern au, swearing.

You sat across from the young man on the other side of the glass table, he looked confident and relaxed but you could also see his leg nervously bouncing under the transparent table, “so what experience do you have with sex?” You asked taking a sip of your wine, the young man grabbed his beer and took a long gulp of the amber liquid, something he had made a habit of with every sip you took of your drink he’d mimic the action, “I’ve had some partners and a few one night hookups” he spoke unsure and you nodded, “very well and what was your age again?” You asked “22 ma’am” the man said and you nodded.

Normally you’d go for someone about ten years younger then you, so it was surprising that despite this guy being fifteen years younger then you, you were still willing to take him to bed, in all honesty it kind of made you feel like a pervert, but this guy was willing and it’d only be a one time thing. Taking a deep breath you stood and looked down at him, “let’s get started” you spoke as you grabbed your wine glass and bottle before leaving to the bedroom.

You sat in a large chair one leg draped over the arm on the chair while the other hung over Eren’s shoulder, his face buried into your cunt, you moaned and brushed your fingers through his long hair, “kiss it a little harder” you whined and felt his lips kiss roughly over your entry before his tongue invaded that space, “such a good boy” you moaned before bringing your wine glass to your lips taking a sip, you held the wine in your mouth before pulling Eren away from your cunt and looking down at him, you then opened his mouth and spat the alcohol into his mouth, the young brunette greedily swallowed the wine and hummed at its flavour, he then stood to his feet and spilled inside you, you whined at the feeling as he began grinding his hips into you, “good boy… you’re making me feel so good” you moaned and dropped your wine glass, Eren whined in response and pulled the leg you had over the arm of the chair onto his other shoulder, before he leant back and grabbed the wine bottle bringing it to his lips, the young man took a few large gulps before leaning down and spitting a mouthful of wine into mouth, wine slipped past your lips and ran down your neck and chest, you moaned at the taste.

You felt yourself falling into ecstasy as Eren began greedily lapping the wine off your chest, the young man whine as you squeeze him tightly, “I’m gonna cum” his voice cracked and your eyes fluttered shut, “don’t you dare… you’re not allowed to” you hummed out in shallow breaths, as your hands ran up into his long silky brown hair and pulling it, “ow… please… please let me cum” he whimpered in your ear, his thrusts becoming more forced and messy, “please… mummy I need it” he whined and his hands squeezed your thighs, his nails clawing at your soft skin. The feeling of the seat beneath you grow damp from the amount of mess you were making and the sound of wet skin clapping together made you begin to lose yourself again, you felt your legs tense and your cunt squeezing Eren so tight it forced his cock out of you, his cried out as he lost the warmth of your cunt, “mummy let me cum, I’m a good boy… let me cum in you… please” the man practically sobbed as he focused himself back in you, you bit your lip and shook your head ‘no’ and this caused the young man to go somewhat feral, his thrusts becoming hard and off rhythm, his hands moving down to your thighs so that his thumbs could hold your cunt open and not have the chance to force him out again.

“You’re not being fair… I’ve fucked you so good you’ve cum twice… please I need to fill you…” Eren yelled out his head resting on your shoulder, you took this opportunity to whisper into his ear, “you like my cunt that much, huh?… if you make a mess you’ll have to clean it” you stroked his hair and he whined, “I promise I’ll clean my mess… please… please mummy it hurts” he groaned and began pressing further into you, causing the chair to move and scrape against the floor, “god my cunt feels so good… I don’t think I want this to end” you chuckled through a moan “you know you’re being real selfish baby boy” you hummed and yanked at his hair, Eren moaned and dug his nails further into your skin, “if I don’t…” he heaved in a deep breath and lifted his head to look you dead in the eye, “fucking cum now, I’ll make you regret it…” he growled.

The young man looked animalistic, like a wolf about ready to rip its prey’s throat out, that feeling of ecstasy washed over you yet again and you pressed a rough kiss to his lips, “selfish bitch…” he hissed and you felt wetness seep out of you and onto the chair. “Is that anyway to speak to mummy?” You chuckled and Eren pressed his forehead against yours, “you’re being so mean… I’m desperate… your cunt is so wet and inviting, it’s begging for my cum” he groaned as his member began to twitch, you knew you could probably get him to hold on for a little longer but the way he whimpered and whined made him seem so pathetic, really it was quite the turn on and now you needed to see his face expressions and hear his sounds when he finishes, you grabbed the back of his neck and leaned next to his ear, “if you’re so desperate, then do it… cum baby” you whispered and suddenly Eren shuddered, his shoulders tenses and knees wobbled, as his hands squeezed and pinched your skin, you could feel his cock throb and pulse with each spurt of hot cum he ejaculated into you.

Eren pulled out and watched your hole as his cum began to leak out, it was hot and there was a lot, “you just gonna stand there, or you gonna take care of it?” You questioned with a smirk and the young man nodded and quickly walked off to the bathroom, before returning with a face towel, Eren got on his knees in front of you and began wiping you clean. “Should I run you a bath?” Eren asked as he looked around the room, you stood on shaky legs and placed a hand on his shoulder, “I can manage, you should go home… the money will be in your account tomorrow morning” you smiled and walked off to the bathroom, “we should do this again some time” Eren spoke just before you shut the bathroom door, “oh yeah” you teased and he swallowed, “no payment necessary, it felt good… to fuck you… too good…” he looked down at the ground and you watched his cock twitch, “come on baby… come help me clean up or make a bigger mess with me” you smiled and Eren quickly walked into the bathroom. It was a long night and when it was finally over you were almost sad to see Eren leave, but despite his wish of not wanting to be payed you felt it’d be a disservice to him if you didn’t, you transferred him an amount much larger then agreed upon before you began, and even decided to send him a bottle of the wine he was enjoying with you. Despite telling yourself you wouldn’t see him again, you might just have to break that rule.

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akicult · 2 years

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i need a part 2 of in between us.😭 so good

OUR LITTLE SECRET | e. yeager

ft: eren yeager

w.c: 7.5k

summary: you’re back in town from college for the holidays, and the last thing you expected to do while you were at home was your brothers best friend.

content warning: afab!reader, nsfw (minors dni!), brothers bsf!eren, reader is armin’s sister, modern au—college, first kiss, first time (no virginity loss), lots of kissing, gentle biting, oral (f recieving), cum eating if u squint, lowkey vanilla sex but idgaf!!!🤭not proof read.

just between us <-

a/n: i didn’t rly expect people to like that so much, but i got a few asks like this. so here you go!!!!! this also ended up being wayyy longer then i expected. sorry 😭😭

there were a lot of things you didn’t expect you’d do this year.

most of them were pretty normal. you got into a really good college, and moved across the country from your hometown. you got into a relationship with a really nice guy that was sweet, treated you well, went to college with you. you didn’t necessarily love him, but you liked him a lot. you weren’t with him long enough to fall in love, but you were with him long enough to be upset when he dumped you.

so, much like any other person who just got dumped, you searched for things to help you get over him. such as getting a tattoo, a new piercing, dying your hair, and definitely not finding yourself naked and sweaty under your bedsheets with your older brothers best friend.

you could try to blame it on alcohol, but you were sober. completely, stone-cold sober.

the evening started tame. for you, at least. you didn’t choose not to drink, armin practically demanded you didn’t. maybe it was for the best too, considering you get pretty sloppy when you’re drunk and you didn’t necessarily want to start off the new year with vomit all over your chest. so you laid off.

you sat on the couch, leg crossed over the other and tried your best to conceal your sorrow behind the red solo cup—filled with sprite of course. you thought you were doing well until your lifelong friend dropped down next to you. it was clear he had a bit to drink, but he wasn’t drunk.

you spoke to him dryly, not really in the mood to hear one of his jokes about how “your ex was doing the right thing,” as you explained the story of which made you sulk. and to your surprise, he didn’t make any jokes. in fact—he looked a little confused. sympathetic, even. he gave you a nice pep talk, and that was it.

you got off the couch a little happier, a little more confident, and way more comfortable. he stayed behind, chatting to one of his friends that came to say hello, and that really was it.

until midnight.

“wanna be my new years kiss?“

your turn your head to the voice that was different from the others chanting the countdown. he stood behind you, long-ish hair tied messily into a half bun, and smirk—along with a faint smile—plastered on his face.

you could sit there and weigh your options. you could shake your head and say no, and you could scold him for asking such a thing—but frankly, you didn’t care.

“sure, why the hell not?“ you shrug. the countdown erupted into loud cheers, people screaming a joyful ‘happy new year!’ all around you when you find yourself pulling into him. you allow his hands to wrap around your waist in a way they never have. you allow your chest to press against his, and your hand wrap around the back of his neck. and you allow yourself to break the space that has separated you from him your whole life.

his lips were skilled, despite the fact that they’ve only been put to work a handful of times. his hands were delicate and burning against your back, and you found yourself eager to kiss him longer.

you could snap yourself back into reality. you could break away from him after the one kiss, give him a smile and go on your merry way. you could think about how armin would feel if he saw you right now. if you really wanted to, you could.

eren’s the first to break away—though he didn’t really want to—and he opens his eyes to look at you. his thumbs swirled into the fabric of your dress, pinching the cloth with it.

you breathe, almost like you haven’t before, keeping your eyes glued with no desire to separate the contact as you look at him. what the hell did you just do, and why the hell did it feel so good?

“uh…yeah, happy new year.” you swallow, pulling a small smile on your lips and letting a light chuckle escape.

he removes his hands off of you, a small nervous laugh breaking through and he rubs the back of his neck. “y-yeah. happy new year, i guess.” he licks his lips, almost like he was trying to taste you off of them again. or maybe like he was trying to chase after the sensation—either way he wanted yours again.

you were nudged a tad when someone brushed past you, yelling what everyone else was yelling at 12:00am on new year’s day. other people around you were kissing, other people around you were hugging, and other people around you were saying the same exact things—so why was it so weird between you and eren now? oh, yeah, because he wasn’t just some random guy that asked to kiss you during midnight. you know him, and now you know what his lips taste like.

“i should um,” you clear your throat and point by using your thumb behind you, “find armin. wish him a happy new year, y’know.”

he watches your gaze flicker around him, and he assumed you were trying to look for the blonde in the crowd of people. “yeah- yeah. i should probably do the same.” he nods his head slowly—a little awkwardly too—and digs his teeth into his plump lower lip.

you both said you should walk away, but neither of you moved. it wasn’t like the crowd was stopping you, so why didn’t you move? well, the answer was pretty obvious.

you both surge forward on instinct, almost like you could read each other’s mind. his hands fly to your hair, threading his fingers into your scalp to desperately tangle himself around you. your hand places itself against his neck, and you have to promise yourself to not drop on weak knees as he kissed you.

you didn’t want to be standing in a crowd of people anymore. you were becoming annoyed by everyone around you, people nudging into you and people screaming all around you. you wanted to be alone, with him, somewhere quiet and private. somewhere like—

“my room,” you whisper, pulling apart just to speak and your warm breath hit his lips. he didn’t hear you, but he was pretty sure he understood what you were trying to say when you usher him towards the stairs.

his body grows hot at the sheer realization of where he found himself—metaphorically and literally.

he’s been in your room plenty of times, but only to ever pop in and poke fun at your posters and room decor. he definitely never thought he’d be pressing you up against your bedroom door, lips long gone from yours and stamping all over your burning hot throat. you tilted your head back, mouth open to pant freely while your hand felt around the wooden door for the lock.

“eren,” you breathe, and he can only hum in response. “eren wait,” your voice becomes a little clearer and he forces himself away from your neck as your hand presses against his chest.

he’s quick to make eye contact with you. he thinks you might tell him that this is wrong, and you might be right. he knows he shouldn’t be kissing you like this, trying to mark you in your childhood bedroom which was directly next to his best friends, but he doesn’t want to stop. he wants to live off of the foggy brain you were giving him for the rest of his life, he doesn’t want to think about the consequences. he would though, if it meant you were uncomfortable.

“how much have you had to drink?” you ask, eyes on his as your fingers twirl around the drawstring of his sweatshirt.

“i had a beer earlier. like, an hour ago?” he states a little confusingly. you furrow your brows and blink up at him.

“are you drunk? if i made you walk in a straight line right now, would you-“

“i would nail it. i don’t get drunk easily, sweetheart.” he raises his eyebrows with a confident smirk, and you let out a scoff.

“we both know that’s not true. remember your 17th birthday par-“

“that’s when i was 17. a lot has changed since then.” he chuckles and you don’t miss the small innuendo, regarding the situation. your tongue slides against the inside of your cheek, debating whether or not you should continue with the brunette using a half conscious mind. and maybe if you wanted the responsible answer, you would’ve asked him 10 minutes earlier.

“okay.” you mutter out in a breath, and reattach your lips to his. he made your stomach churn at each movement. his hands in your hair, your stomach bubbled. his hands on your waist, butterflies. he was making you desperate for more, and you hadn’t felt that in a long time.

“bed,” you pull away just to mutter. he acted quickly, very quickly, sliding his hands down your body and pulling you against him as he stepped backwards.

he twists you around when he stopped in front of your bed, scooping his arm underneath you to allow the descent into the mattress to be smooth. and so he wouldn’t have to pull away. his fingers feather their way down your body, feeling your curves as he goes.

you bend your knee against his hip, and he feels like he has to fight a moan from tearing out of his throat. he presses against you, and it became distinctly aware that he was getting hard.

“do you want to do this?” you ask, pulling away from him by tilting your head up. his breath ghosts your neck, warm and desperate while his eyes find yours. he searches for any sign that that you wanted to stop, trying to note if he heard your voice falter or your eyes glance away.

“do you?” he counters.

you didn’t give it any thought, but even if you did, you would’ve gotten the same answer. “yes.”

he didn’t even try to hide the smile that pulled on his lips. “me too.” and he brings himself forward, softly nipping at your hot skin.

you tighten your forearms around his neck, raising yourself into his touch and thoroughly enjoying the way he would bite on the skin of your throat, then cool the sensation with the rough of his tongue. your breaths quicken, and he loved it. he grew harder at each little reaction you’d make. each little twitch, and pant. the way you’d bite your lip to cover any moan or whimper you were fighting to suppress.

he’s never even considered the possibly of himself in this situation with you before. growing up, he’s always found you pretty, but that was masked by the one undermining thing that has constantly separated the two of you. he’s thought about you in a compromising way before, shamefully enough. he wasn’t proud of it, considering he’s known you his whole life, and after he thought about you like that he couldn’t speak to you for a two whole weeks.

but now, all he could do was picture where this night was going to go—and how far you both were willing to let it.

your fingers fumble with the hem of his sweatshirt, bunching it up in a desperate attempt to tell him to rip it off. he smiles, you could feel his lips pulling back from the spot on your neck. he gives you a small kiss before he leans away, and swiftly tosses his sweatshirt over his head to throw it on the floor somewhere.

you watch as each divot in his deliciously lean frame reveals itself to you. eren couldn’t deny the confidence he was gaining from your eyes, lidded and lingering on his chest before he leans back over you. he presses kisses against your jaw, dotting them closer to your ear.

“just how far are you willing to go? with me? right now?” eren asks in a whisper, planting a kiss underneath your ear and then to your pulse point. you run your hands up his smooth chest, and almost melt at his silky voice in your ear. your bones could turn into putty at any moment, you were sure of it.

you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and apply little pressure to his shoulders which made him lift himself a bit. he leans over you, green irises twinkling as they lock into yours. his hair was messy, dark strands falling from the bun and framing his face just over you.

“i don’t want to just make out with you for twenty minutes and then send you back downstairs,” you explain lightly, “i want to have sex with you.”

you were positive you did when you stepped foot into your room, but you didn’t expect to actually say the words out loud. both of you looked at each other, a little wide eyed with shock at the confession.

though eren couldn’t be happier you didn’t leave it for him to spell it out. it only made him twitch in his sweats at your honesty, and he chuckles. “we can’t tell anyone,” he drops his head once again—this time his lips found your collarbone. you raise your head on instinct, giving him as much room as he needed to work on you.

“our little secret.” you whisper back. he lets out a low groan, the vibrations of his voice on your skin making you smirk. he was easy to get a reaction out of, and you liked that. all of the other guys you’ve been with were so dead-set on their own silence, sex with them almost made you uncomfortable. you’ve hardly done anything except for making out, and eren was already acting like a pent-up teenager.

it was flattering.

the heat of his fingers slide over your bare thighs, rubbing up and down and each time getting progressively closer. you were starting to get needy, lifting your hips into him and threading your fingers through his loose hair.

his hands trap underneath your dress, fingers hooking your underwear and but not moving any further. you notice his lips pressing just above your cleavage, only to stop so he can whisper into your skin. “can i?”

you nod, ignoring his eyes that burn into yours and give your hips a little shake to silently announce you need him to go further. “yes, please.” you whine, and eren damn near moaned just at your reaction. he gently bit down on the top of your breast, hearing you suppress yet another moan and swing your head back against your pillows.

he eagerly pushes your dress up, getting annoyed it was in his way and let’s the material ravel high up on your stomach. his eyes fall to your underwear. he could tell by the material that it wasn’t some kind of special underwear to you. it wasn’t lacy or skimpy, just regular cotton for comfort—though eren couldn’t find himself giving a single fuck over what underwear you chose to wear. he kisses his way down your chest, ignoring the part of your body that was covered by the dress until he reaches the top of your stomach. he plants a soft kiss, then he slowly starts to nibble his way down.

your stomach aches at the sensation, and you could feel your cunt fluttering harder as he got closer.

his fingers tuck underneath the cotton once again, and he tugs lightly on your underwear. “lift your hips,” he quietly directs, and you obey without a second thought, lifting yourself a bit so he could slide your underwear down your legs. he pulls his lips away from your skin just before doing so, his eyes trained on watching your underwear peel from your soft cunt, and the low groan he lets out makes you squeeze your thighs together.

he looks up at you, desperately wanting you to look over at him but you hid your face, cheeks burning hot from his eyes.

you wanted nothing more then to feel his mouth on you, doing whatever he possibly could to please you, but the undeniable heat and prickle of insecurities was overwhelming.

“look at me,” he speaks lowly, securing himself between your thighs.

you quietly whine. “no. s’embarassing.” you mumble, words slurring when you bring your hands up to hide your face even better.

eren’s eyebrows furrow, pout molding onto his cheeks. he couldn’t believe what you were saying, because what could possibly make you so insecure right now. he’s seen you in different ways his whole life. he’s seen you when you were sick, he’s seen you that one time you got gum in your hair, and he’s seen you when you got stung on the cheek by a bee—but this is what was embarrassing? he couldn’t wrap his head around it since, in his eyes, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look more beautiful in your entire life.

he places a quick kiss right underneath your belly button, before he makes his way up your body. he uses his strong arms to get a nice hold on your waist, and pushes you further up on the bed. you gasp at the sudden movement, dropping your hands to look at him. you watch as he reaches for one of your many pillows on the bed, and swings it over you. you allow him to place it between your back and the headboard, watching him with nervous eyes until you finally got what he was doing.

he gives you a soft look, one that was also drowning in lust and captures your lips in his for one, long kiss that reminds you of when his lips first connected to yours. it leaves your mind fuzzy, maybe even a little lightheaded when he pulls back.

“you’re gonna watch me, okay?” he makes himself comfortable between your closed legs again, keeping his gaze solid on yours to make sure you were listening.

he watches as you slowly nod your head, and god all he wants to do is see your sweet eyes roll back, and all he wants to hear is you finally letting out a moan. he needs to hear it.

he looks down at the space between your thighs that you were currently hiding. he places his hands on your knees, slowly separating your thighs and you let him, but only grow hotter as the cold circulation in your room breezed your newly bare skin. you watch him closely, examining his face for any sign of disgust or displeasure. he wraps his arms around your thighs, using them to spread you wider.

he could almost cum just from the sight of your cunt, wet and sticky and throbbing. he watches as your hole closes around nothing, and his cock twitches in his sweats. your thighs were shiny and sticky from your own slick, pussy glistening in the very low light of your room and he groans. “fuck, you’re so hot.” he whispers. he knows it wasn’t a romantic thing to say, but then again his brain was starting to go on autopilot and he let the words slip out of his lips.

you only grow hotter at his words, fighting a whimper behind your lips as your teeth pinch against the lower. he tugs you down just a bit, pulling you into him while making sure you were still propped so you could watch him easily. he locks eyes with you, and you fight the urge to look away when he leans down. his teeth bite down on the fat of your thigh, only to then cool the sting with, once again, his tongue. he repeats the action on your other thigh, this time cooling it with a kiss.

“don’t be shy, no one can hear us from in here.” he whispers, and your breath hitches as his brushes against the bud of your clit. as soon as the words left his mouth, he finally surges forward. his tongue slides between your folds, slow yet impatient, all the way up your cunt until his lips wrap directly around your clit.

“oh—fuck!” you gasp, your hands quickly searching for your blankets to squeeze into your fist. your back separates from your pillows, arching closer to him and you pulse as he repeats the action.

he never removes his gaze from yours, loving how you struggle to look at him—even to keep your eyes open for that matter—as he secures his tongue against your clit.

your hips rock into his mouth absentmindedly, chasing the feeling desperately and letting hot pants and quiet whines gush from your mouth. your knuckles turn white from the grip you have on the sheets.

his tongue worked sloppily on your cunt, lewd squelching masked by the sounds of your quick breaths and whines in pleasure.

“eren—ugh,” you finally moan, and suddenly eren never wants to his name in any other way then this. your stomach curls, and you finally give up keeping your eyes open as you tip your head back. he couldn’t even stop himself, letting out a low moan of his own just upon hearing you, and that vibration alone making you writhe against his jaw. you suck in a breath, not even caring that your dress was starting to stick to your skin due to sweat, and go breathless under his tongue.

he tightens his grip around your legs, strong biceps keeping you stable so he could work on your pussy without you squirming away. he relished in the sight of you arching your back, eyes screwed shut and mouth locked in a silent scream. your breath shakes when you exhale, dropping your head and fighting your energy to open your still-lidded eyes to peer down at him. your hand finds his hair, combing your fingers through it to push the messy strands away from his face so you could look at him better, and that made eren tighten in his slacks.

“you look—“ you pause, interrupted by a quiet moan when his tongue flicks against your clit, “—pretty like this.”

the compliment doesn’t just go straight to his head, but it tugs his stomach and heart tight. his thick lashes covered his green eyes from being completely visible, but you could still see the way they darken.

“yeah?” he mutters, not trying hard enough to pull away to make the word clearer. plus he liked the way you squirmed when he spoke against your clit, and the way you gripped the back of his hair a little tighter made him swipe his tongue up your folds once again. “then you should see what you look like,” he briefly parts from your pussy just to speak, though not moving far as his lips brushed against your slick and his breath fanned your hole.

you wished you could feel him do this all day, because he was all too good at it. every other time a man has tried to do this to you, it never ended well. it always ended with you either faking it, or pretending like you were too eager to be fucked. you’ve never once came from this sensation.

but you could imagine this is what the buildup feels like. the longer he swirls his tongue and sucks on your clit like a goddamn pacifier, you start to feel the sensation other girls describe when this happens to them. the way your stomach clenched and your head dazes, you start to realize it might just happen to you.

“fuck, eren—“ you gasp in such a lewd way eren finds himself drunk on such a sound, “‘m close. so so s’close.” you moan. your hand that was kept to sweep his hair was subconsciously pressing against the back of his head. you didn’t even realize, but eren did and that made him all the more eager to continue.

he didn’t speed up, he didn’t stop, he didn’t change anything as he watched you pant and gasp and claw at your bedsheets like you were being exorcized. he was sure the way your nails dug into his scalp was going to hurt later, but that was the last thing on his mind. he was sure that he would enjoy the pain.

“oh— i’m cumming, fuck eren—“ your words slur as you lift yourself into him and press him closer to you. your body was tense, up until you finally reach an orgasm that had you seeing stars. your entire body relaxes, and eren slows down only to coax you through your orgasm. your head was knocked back, face pinched and mouth open with nothing but a slew of moans and heated breaths escaping into the air.

your hand pushes his hair back again, still unable to lift your head and make eye contact with the brunette due to lack of energy, until he finally stops—but not before placing a wet kiss against your clit. your thighs twitch, and the loss of contact makes you whimper.

“such a good job,” he whispers, allowing you to breathe as he brings himself up your body. his lips and chin were soaked with your slick, and neither you nor him cared as he pressed soft kisses to your sticky collarbone and neck.

you swore that when you opened your eyes, you’d see the pearly white gates of heaven. he might as well have just killed you, right then and there, and frankly—you’d be fine with it. what a way to go.

“kiss me.” you hum, forcing yourself to lift your head and look at him. he smiles, not wasting a second to make your wish come true. he slides his hand to cup your cheek, letting you do the same and you pull him into you. his lips are soaked—the cause being you or his own saliva, either way you moan as his mouth captures yours. you press your knees against his hips, caging him closer.

“needy,” he moans through the kiss, and you don’t even try to deny because it’s painfully obvious.

you smirk into the kiss, just before gently biting down on his lip and tugging just lightly. his airy laugh hit your chin, and you smile. you could taste yourself on him. to you, it wasn’t much, but to him—he didn’t think he ever wanted to taste something else ever again. he was starting to get addicted.

your hips rock into his clothed length that twitched in his pants. he was rock hard, the feeling pressing against your clit and just maybe, if you were paying more attention, you could tell that he was pressing himself into you.

“quit teasing,” you whine, not even bothering to stop yourself as you both rock into each other. he smirks, shaking his head.

“as if you’re so innocent,” he counters, and you fight—and fail—the smirk on your cheeks.

you press your hand against his chest, pushing him up a little and loosening your knees from around his hips. he watches you, pulling away with only a slight confused look that quickly disappears when you reach down to the silky fabric of your dress. you slip it over your head by yourself, tossing it somewhere in your room where you’d find later.

your breasts bounced in the bra you wore—this one lacy—and suddenly eren felt like a preteen again, practically drooling over the way your breasts pressed against the cups of your bra. you liked his eyes on you, and you would’ve appreciated them more if you weren’t ridiculously horny.

“pants,” you mutter, reaching forward to press your hand on his sweats. his eyes widen when he realizes what you meant, and he goes to sit up quickly—almost scrambling.

he sloppily slid his pants down his legs, kicking his feet when they bunched up at his ankles in hopes that they would fling off. you sat up straight, watching him and failing to suppress a laugh as he did so. it was easily one of the most unsexiest things you’ve seen him do, but neither of you cared. at least his pants were gone. all that was left was your bra, and his boxers.

he positions himself over you again, cupping your cheek to kiss you like you were just doing moments ago. you invite his lips happily, eager to feel them press against your skin almost as much as he was eager to do the honors.

you lean forward to cup your hand around his clothed cock, feeling how hard it was. you hide your shock behind the kiss, fingers feeling around subtly while you lightly palm his hard on. he groans, low and in your mouth.

“you’re gonna drive me crazy, i swear,” he whispers hushed against you, and you chuckle at his words. you took it as a compliment, feeling him twitch just before you reach your hand into his boxers. he stirs a little, pushing very slightly into your hand as another low groan tears through his throat and into your mouth.

he pulls away to breathe, unable to kiss you again and this time it’s your turn to relish in his facial expression. you watch his eyebrows pinch, lips parting to pant.

“fuck,” he hums, “as much as i love this, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep this up…”

you slide your tongue across your teeth, wicked smile plastered on your lips. “what’s wrong with that?” you tease.

he groans, shaking his head and lidding his eyes to look at you as you continued to palm him slowly. “there’s no way i’m cumming without actually fucking you.”

he said it like he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life, and he may as well have. if he knew you were going to be this good, taste that good, he would’ve taken this opportunity years ago.

he bites his lip, suppressing a whimper when you tease him for just a second longer, then sliding your thumb over the tip of his cock to collect the little bit of pre-cum that hadn’t yet dripped into his boxers. he watches as you pull your hand away from his shaft.

you part your lips just slightly, gaze piercing into his, and bring your thumb up to your lips.

the way your seductive lips wrap around your thumb, and the way your tongue darts out of your mouth to taste the bitterness of him. it wasn’t great, but it was eren, so you couldn’t care less. his eyes were trained on the plump pink of your lips, watching them squeeze around your finger and very slowly pull away. he stirs and his length throbs at the sight, desperately wishing that was his cock but—another time. he was all too eager to feel what it was like to be inside of you.

“scratch that, you are driving me crazy.” he corrects his earlier statement, ignoring the fog wafting around in his brain and just focusing on how attractive the laugh you let out was.

he leans in to kiss you again, and he finds himself realizing he’s never kissed a single hookup as much as he’s kissed you. hell, he doesn’t even think he’s kissed someone he’s actually dated as much as he was kissing you. it was your fault, really. you were all much too fun to kiss.

he presses his chest against yours, silently guiding you down lower on your bed. you follow his movements, allowing yourself to press your back against the familiar mattress and once again, part your legs so he could fit between them.

you almost miss when he mutters something unintelligible against your mouth.

“what?” you ask, pulling away and looking up at him.

“condoms? where do you keep your condoms?” he blinks down at you, silently making note of how beautiful you look with your lips swollen and your face a little damp from sweat. especially how beautiful you look from this angle.

“bottom drawer, under my vibrator.” you answer, and he almost pauses at the thought—because that is a nice thought.

you don’t miss the small smirk that appears on his lips when he reaches over you, and sure enough, he opens the bottom drawer of your nightstand to find the small pink vibrator. and the condoms, but most importantly his eyes land on the vibrator.

“is it so strange to find out i masturbate?” you raise your eyebrows, almost teasingly. he lets out a quiet scoff, reaching a little lower to grab the condom underneath the dainty bullet, and sadly closes the drawer to leave it behind.

“definitely not strange. wouldn’t use that word.” he teases back, and your chest bounces as you chuckle, which only reminds him that he wants your bra off.

you seem to be thinking the same thing when you sit up. “want me to?” you raise your eyebrows, flicking your gaze from the condom wrapper to his eyes, signifying that you were more then happy to slide the rubber on for him. he chuckles, masking the moan he was suppressing. you were too giving, too eager to please him and that was making him stir.

he sucks on the inside of his cheek, dropping his eyes down to your cleavage and shaking his head. “can i take off your bra?” he asks, verbally ignoring your offer.

you straighten your posture, and reach your arms behind your back. he listens to the silent pop of your bra clasp, and watched the fabric fall loose on your shoulders. he took your answer as a no, considering you were doing it on your own so he ignores your question in return. your eyes fall to his hands, watching as he eagerly, yet skillfully slid his boxers off of his legs and this time—they dropped on the floor instead of him flailing to kick them off.

his cock was thick, and as it slung from his boxers, it was significantly bigger then you expected.

he would’ve noticed you suck in a small breath had he not been focused on your now completely naked body, one he had never seen, and one he felt he had the absolute honor of seeing, laid out before him. you toss your bra onto the floor next to your bed.

you were both occupied looking at each other’s newly revealed bodies, both of you think the same thing—is this really happening?

you didn’t think about the consequences from when you kissed him, and now was a poor time to start. you reach for the condom in his hand, being the first to break the silence.

he lets out a tiny annoyed groan. “you were taking too long.” you tease, pinching your fingers around the material and tearing the top of the wrapper off. you reach forward, pulling him closer to you from his shoulder, and you snake your fingers around to the back of his neck. your single hand skillfully pulled the condom out of the wrapper, and tossed the wrapper somewhere to your side where you’d find later. “you don’t let me touch you.” he doesn’t miss the small whine in your voice.

“it’s not that i’m not letting you. you’re just gonna make me cum faster then i want t- ahh…” he explains simply, before your soft hand wraps around his cock teasingly. you smirk, watching his eyes pinch shut and jaw fall slack as your hand slowly slides up his shaft, dragging the rubber along with it.

“yeah? you have a history of cumming fast?” you ask, voice seductive and eyebrows raised.

“n-no,” he stutters. “never fucked you before though, so…”

you smile, pleased by his words and you finally reach the base of his cock. you lean up to plant a kiss on his temple, and his heart swells.

what are you doing to him?

he wraps his hand around your breast, squeezing it lightly and gently trapping your hardening bud around his thumb and pointer finger. you arch into the feeling, tongue darting out to lick your lips. eren’s face was flushed. your skin was so soft, especially your breasts. he cups his hand around the both of them, squeezing him together all the while starting to align himself over you.

“tell me if you want me to stop at any point, okay,” he whispers quietly. you nod, fluttering your eyes. he presses his other hand against your thigh, making you spread your legs a little further to give him more room. his sight was glued to where your bodies were just centimeters away from meeting. the tip of his cock ghosts over your clit for just a moment, making your entire body twitch at the contact.

“okay, deep breath,” he very carefully presses his tip to your entrance, and once he was sure he was in the right spot, he immediately brings his gaze up to your face. he watches as you inhale sharply, and he uses that opportunity to very slowly push himself in.

“fuck—“ you curse, voice pitched and eyes screwing shut, immediately dropping your head against your pillows. he leans over you, hand rubbing small circles on your shoulder blade the same moment he lets out a low groan.

“oh god,” he moans. you desperately claw at his back, breaking your slow and steady breaths into pants.

“slow, go slow,” you whimper, not-so-silently pleading for a chance to settle into the feeling of him so far. he doesn’t move, in fact he’s been still for a moment now, letting both you and him settle into the foreign feeling of being literally around each other.

he nods, slowly pushing himself further inside of you and opening his eyes just in time to see you gasp.

he was big. bigger then you’ve ever taken, and probably bigger then you ever will. he stretched you out nicely, despite not even being fully inside yet. you swallow thick, fingers reaching to grip your poor bedsheets once again.

“are you okay? does it hurt?” he asks, pausing between to take a deep breath. he stops, when he’s about halfway to check in on you, watching your face relax once he stills himself.

“no no,“ you shake your head. “feels good. keep going, ‘ren.”

the nickname doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and he may have gotten a little too excited when he pushed himself inside of you, quicker then before. you seethe at the feeling, teeth clenching around nothing and jaw tightening. your fingers dig into your mattress, probably willing to rip the thin material of your sheets if your nails were sharp enough.

“you’re so…fucking tight…” he groans. his own nails dig into the plush of your hips, probably hard enough to create small bruises though both of your mindsets were much too focused on the more important task at hand to even pay attention to it.

you moan at his words, and his length, arching your back into the air.

he hurt, but it wasn’t an unbearable pain. it was a welcomed one. you’ve had just a little less experience then him, and even with that you’ve never felt this full. he wasn’t even completely inside of you and you were already starting to blank.

eren watches your chest bounce as you arch, your breasts swinging just below him and he could drool at the sight.

he’d be lying if he said he’d never looked at your cleavage before. you always wore low cut shirts or tank-tops, and he wasn’t saying that it was right of him to stare, but he did it anyway. it was like a dream came true being able to see them without being covered.

“more,” you hiss eagerly.

he watches you, the sight one that could make him spurt. he holds onto you tight, slowly pushing himself into you until he bottoms out with a sigh. he feels you clench around him, a small “fuck,” spilling from your vocabulary that made him nod his head.

he stayed still for a moment, not just letting you settle into the new feeling, but also him. you were clenched around him, so tight he might suffocate.

“s’wet, god—don’t even need lube,” he pants, pushing his words instead of letting them trap in his throat.

you could hardly hear him, your heart pounding in your ears and all you could think was about how deep he was hitting you. your hands scramble, to wrap around his neck loosely, your eyes stayed clenched to the point where you might get a headache.

you don’t even try to mumble, because he already knew what you were about to ask. he leans down, sliding his hand up your curves and squeezing your skin as he goes until he drives his hand to hold him up the best he could next to your head. his lips capture yours, hot and heavy, desperate and needy. he didn’t know how many times you’ve kissed tonight, but he did know that this one was his favorite.

your chest rises into his as you breathe, lips molding into his in a way that already felt so familiar. eren wasn’t even a fan of kissing all that much, but he was starting to second guess himself after feeling how electric they can make you feel.

“gonna move now. okay? s’that okay?” he pants breathlessly against your lips. you nod rapidly, a needy whimper taking place instead of words.

he slowly pulls out, and you both exhale into each other. you find yourself chasing the feeling, unable to move far as eren kept you still.

when he pushes back in, this time fully, you both seethe. your nails dig into his shoulder blades, sure enough to make little crescent divots that eren would be happy to find later.

“so big,” you babble, and usually whenever you say that you’re just being nice. this time you could barely control the words that came out of your mouth, and each time his cock kissed your cervix, you twitch under his weight.

it’s not that eren doesn’t know he is—because he knows—but hearing you say it sends a surge of heat through his body and all he can think is how tight you’re squeezing around him, and how he never wants to feel anything other then your cervix against his tip.

he rocks his hips against you at an easy pace, pulling out slowly and pushing back in quicker. he kept his eyes on you, watching your face as it scrunches and relaxes after every smooth thrust.

“faster, ‘ren, please just go faster.” you plead, voice practically annoyed and eren couldn’t help but chuckle.

he picks up his pace, and your jaw goes slack. your nails dig into his shoulders deeper, squeezing his muscle tightly in your hand while your eyes clenched so hard you knew that when you’d open them you’d see little white dots. “fuck, fuck!” your voice is pitched, drawling out word. “feels s’good, yeah. just like tha-ahh, right there!”

you sound utterly pornographic, and eren wants to scold himself for never initiating this faster. oh how he regrets the past 21 years of his life, choosing to hangout with his annoying blonde friend over his smoking hot, completely addicting little sister. he doesn’t even notice the headboard banging against the wall, and you don’t either. the party was too loud so it was unlikely other people heard, but then again you had no idea what time it was.

you didn’t bother to check, nor care, as your brain was short circuiting. you couldn’t think of anything other then the brunette over you and his thick, delicious cock that bullied into you at a pace that had you fucking choking.

“what’re you doing to me, god. fuck…y/n,” he drops his head to bury into your neck, nuzzling himself between your sweaty shoulder. his voice was a lazy mumble, almost a whisper and it brushed into your ear. you shamelessly moan, wrapping your arms around him to keep him close.

“feel s’good. you feel so fucking good, eren,” you whimper, breath hot and fanning his hair.

eren could feel the buildup, and he cursed himself. there was no way he was going to cum before you. he knew he’d get too sensitive, unable to continue but he had to hear you slew out moans and whines again, he had to feel you clench around him rapidly as you cum for a second time.

he slides his hand between your bodies, placing his hand flat on your pelvis and presses his thumb to your clit, deciding to bully that part of you too. your legs twitch, and he could feel the effect that had on you.

“ohh,” your breaths grow quicker, and you think you might just pass out from the added sensation.

your stomach was starting to bubble for the second time tonight, the familiar feeling was quick to pick up your heart rate. you suck in a breath, holding it in your throat until the next moan shredded it into pieces. you felt the gentle nip of eren’s teeth on your skin, and almost sob from the feeling. you appreciated how he started off slow, and loved how he was starting to not care about your sensitivity.

his thumb moves on its own, rubbing quick and agonizing circles around the sensitive bud and by each round you twitch. “eren,” you breath, voice hardly audible and he may have missed it if your breath wasn’t next to his ear.

“close, ‘m close,” he interrupts, confessing on his own and you squeeze around him to the point where he bites a little harder on your skin. you toss your head back, hair messy around your pillow all the while you nodded your head quickly.

“me too, ‘ren. gonna—fuck—gonna cum,” you swallow, hands scraping his back hard and to the point where if you might as well start drawing blood. you didn’t notice though, and if you did you’d stop—which was the last thing eren wanted you to do.

he almost doesn’t want to reach his high, much like you. he wants to bury himself inside of you forever, hearing and feeling your quick breaths against his ear for the rest of his life. he wants to always feel your nails brutally marking him, and he wants to see the aftermath. he wants to bite and suck on your skin, watching his own marks darken while you beg and whine his name over and over again until it was all you knew.

he could tell you were seconds away, which gave him the security to come undone himself. you tense, until your body relaxes underneath him. you cum with a loud moan, one that made him delirious enough to collapse on top of you, his hot breath hitting the divot between your shoulder and neck. your fingers stop scraping against him, instead now rubbing lightly over his skin and he thinks that might be your equivalent to his cooling kisses. you feel him twitch inside of you, his hand also disconnecting from your overly sensitive clit, and you squeeze on instinct.

he hissed from his own sensitivity, using the last bit of his energy to slowly pull out of you which makes you both wince. “you’re addicting.” he mumbles, and feels your laugh brush against his ear.

“yeah?”

he lifts himself up enough to make eye contact with you. your eyes were lidded—you looked sleepy. “yeah.”

you only let out a quiet hum in response, small smile tugging at the corners of your lips just in time for your lids to drop. you didn’t have enough time to think about what big consequences were going to come after this, or how impossibly hard it was going to be facing eren—even your brother—after this. post-orgasmic bliss was enough to make you forget about the party downstairs, and the responsibilities to carry after it.

ft me not knowing what kind of clothes men wear so i wrote him in sweats lmfao

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n-agiz · 1 year

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BUT I MISSㅤ ex boyfriend! eren yeager x fem! reader ft. boyfriend! armin arlert — angst + smut [ 0.8k+ wc ] cws toxic relationship + exhibitionism + oral (m) + dacryphilia + spanking ! MDNI

ㅤarmin was perfect, but he was not the one you wanted.

armin was someone comfortable to be with.

he knew how to treat you, knew what to do and what to say. he was responsible, gave you a sense of stability that you never had before. he gave you thoughtful presents, was interested in you and your hobbies, and enjoyed spending time with you even if that meant doing activities he wouldn't initially go for. he always put you first, in all senses of the relationship, and you loved that about him — but even with all that, with how amazing and fantastic and perfect he was supposed to be, you still couldn’t help but miss his best friend.

where armin usually exceled, eren lacked. he brought a certain chaos to your life that, while it made things more exciting, it also always left you on the edge, and not always in a good sense. he was irresponsible, never took anything seriously, and was selfish to a certain extent, never truly and fully caring about you or your needs. he knew how to have fun though, and although armin also had his own idea of it, it didn't compare to eren.

eren was spontaneous, made plans on the spot and didn't over-analyze every single detail, just winging it and hoping for the best and even if that sometimes made things go sour really fast, it also brought you some of the best moments and memories of your life. he was, as corny as that sounds, free, and that was something you loved about him.

you never doubted eren’s feelings towards you, the way he loved intense enough to never leave any space for uncertainty, even if he didn’t always show it or even knew how to act on it. it was impossible to forget the endless fighting, the screaming and the crying and everything in between — but it was also impossible to forget the rush his love gave you, the amount of things you felt in a matter of seconds when you were with him and how real and raw it all felt. he gave you something armin would never be able to, a form of love only he could muster up.

as caring as he was, armin never noticed the fake smiles, never noticed that you didn’t reciprocate what he gave you with the same eagerness, never noticed that you didn’t love him as much as he thought you did. you loved him, just not in the way you should, and that was something you would never want to admit to. he was good for you, someone that anyone else would consider a dream, the exact type of guy that would make those around you jealous of what you had and that was perfect to bring back home to meet your family — but he wasn’t the one you wanted, the one you longed for. he was great, but he didn’t drive you crazy like eren did, didn’t make you go mad at the thought of losing him. he was loving, soft, caring, dreamy, and basically every other adjective you could use to describe a good partner, but stupidly enough, his simpleness was exactly what made you not love him as much as you should. he wasn’t complicated enough, didn’t frustrate you enough, didn’t make you want him enough and desire his touch as if you would die without it. he was perfect, but not what you wanted, didn’t give you the feelings eren did, and that was probably what you missed most.

eren was selfish, even in bed, but that somehow made everything better, because in his brain that would translate to him seeing your pleasure as his own, assuming that if he made you happy you would never look for someone else to please you, which meant no one else would get what was his. he was feverish, rough, played with your body as if it was a toy, sent you to heaven and back and was only satisfied once you were unable to even say your own name without stuttering. he knew which strings to pull, which places to hit and what to say to overwhelm you with toe-curling pleasure. he loved when you screamed his name, loved knowing others could hear how good he made you feel, but he also loved stuffing your mouth with his cock, watching you cry as he rammed his hips into you. he liked how warm your skin felt under his touch, especially after he had hit a specific area a few too many times, thoroughly enjoying watching you squirm under him, watching how your pleasure visibly showed through your body language without you being able to control it. he was everything armin would never be able to be, and although you could fake a smile and a loving kiss, you would never be able to fake your own pleasure or eagerness to please — at least not to an extent that it would even come close to emulating what eren gave you.

armin was great in many ways, but he was not what you wanted. he was not the one you would always miss, and most of all, he would never be the one you thought about late at night, the one you dreamt of in the secureness of your sleep.

N-AGIZ '23ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

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swxxtsxcchxrine · 6 months

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gojo and getou eating you out

toji sucking the stress out of you

eren’s messy mouth

jean loves playing with your cunt

once choso gets a taste of your pussy, it’s all he thinks about

smth toji would post ibsr

geto’s such a bottom feeder

nanami has always been a sloppy eater

when he’s good at multitasking (gojo)

jean the pleasure dom

erens such a tease!

this is the messiest pussy eater i know, he gets down, he don’t play (armin)

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thevelria · 1 year

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Emerald (ErenxReader)

Chapter 4- Friends with benefits

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Author's note: 16.000+ characters

This chapter contains swearing, drinking alcohol, actual drug using, unprotected sex and a lot of lemon. So yeah...that's all.

Enjoy~

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Since you weren't sure if Eren was just joking or he really was about to show up in a bit, you put on a gray PJ bottom and a white crop top, laying on the sofa, browsing your phone. When you heard light knocking on the door you knew he was serious.

-You really can't stay away from me, huh? -you opened the door, seeing a total mess in front of you. His hair was tied up in a messy bun, wearing sweatpants with a loose white shirt and a zipped hoodie.

-I'm here to help you out -he smirked, stepping inside.

As you were walking to the living room, you dropped yourself down the sofa, tapping the spot next to you for him to do the same.

-Want a drink or something? -you asked, yawning.

-A glass of water would be nice.

-Nothing else? -you stood up, heading to the kitchen.

-Nope -he shook his head, taking out some already prepared joints.

-Wow... -you chuckled when you saw them on the coffee table.

-What? I thought you wanted to have some fun.

-I just want to get rid of my hangover -you sit down, turning on some music.

Eren grabbed one of the joints, handing it to you. As you placed it between your lips he leaned closer to you, clicking the lighter.

-Fuck...I missed this so much -you took a deep drag from it, breathing it slowly in and out.

He didn't say anything, just smiling and taking it out from your mouth for him to have a drag too.

-You are a bad influence, you know? -you looked him in the eye.

-Me? Why?

-Before I met you I stopped drinking and smoking and look at me now -you laughed- Back to the roots -you take the joint out from his mouth.

-But you enjoy it, don't you? -he smirked.

-You have no idea -you laughed out loud.

After you finished the second one as well, you were resting your head on the back of the sofa, staring at the ceiling. Wicked by Avia popped on the track list and you jumped up from the couch.

-Let me guess -Eren laughed- You love this song!

-I LOVE it -you started to move to the rhythm, dancing in front of him, slowly moving your hips to left and right, singing along.

"'Cause everybody knows that it's a

Wicked world for this wicked girl

Watch me dance around possessed

With your noose around my neck"

He cleared his throat as he felt his body start to fail him again. You looked at him smirking, when you noticed his growing bulge.

-You like what you see? -you tilted your head aside, kept dancing for him.

-You drive me crazy -he growled, wiggling at his seat.

-Good...that's my plan anyway -you turned around, swinging your ass slowly. One of the reasons you stopped smoking was that you couldn't control yourself. You always got naughty, even a bit bitchy and definitely horny. From the possessed tension the next song snapped you out. Riot by Hollywood Undead.

-Yay! -you screamed out loud, starting to jump up and down- C'mon -you grabbed his hand, pulling him up from the sofa.

"Fuck that shit.

Let's start a riot!"

You started to scream from the bottom of your lungs, still holding his hand, raising your hands up in the air.

-You're so crazy -Eren laughed at your action.

-Shut up and light the next one -you dropped his hand, leaving for the kitchen for 2 bottles of beer.

-Surprise! -you laughed out loud, showing him the booze.

-Uhh, awesome -he licked his lips, taking one from you and drinking from it immediately.

-I have to admit something, Jaeger -you dropped yourself down the couch, putting your legs up on the table.

-And what's that? -he asked, handling you the joint.

-You are really fun to be around.

-So are you -he smiled, sitting down next to you.

-I know right! -you hummed.

-Such a sass -he rolled his eyes, laughing.

-But you loooove it, don't you? -you stared into his eyes, biting your lower lip.

-Girl, stop this, or else...-he clenched his jaw.

-Or what? -you raised one of your eyebrows, taking down your legs from the table, turning your body to him.

-Don't ask questions you don't want to hear the answers for.

-Maybe I do want to hear it -you shrugged, standing up and slowly sitting on his laps, your knees beside his sides.

-Y/N... -he took a deep breath.

-What? That's what you want, don't you? -you caressed his face gently, following the line of his cheek and jaw. Watching his Adam's apple lift up and down as he gulped hard.

Eren kept silent, staring into your eyes with lust.

-Oh, I definitely know you want this -you laughed- But let me clear something first.

-Yeah?

-It's gonna be just sex...nothing else, got it? -you leaned in, kissing his neck, making him shiver under your touch. He let out a soft moan. -I'm willing to break my own rules, because you are way too hot...I can't resist -you bite his earlobe- But that's all I can offer you. Do you understand it? -you sat back and looked him in the eye. Eren nodded slightly, placing his big palms on your ass, grabbing your cheeks hard. -Good boy! -you smirked.

-And what if you will be the one who wants more? -he pulled you closer, lips almost touching.

-Please, it's just a game -you smirked, slightly brushing your lips against his- And whoever falls in love first is going to be the loser -you kissed him deeply.

He kissed you back desperately, parting your lips with his, waiting for your tongue to finally meet his. As it deepened it got sloppier second by second, you felt the tension between your legs, not to mention his twitching dick under you.

-Come -you broke this kiss, standing up and grabbing his shirt to make him follow you to your bedroom.

The second you entered the room, you turned around to face him and started to undress him rapidly. You took off his hoodie, then his shirt.

-Fuck...-you growled, seeing his perfectly muscled torso- I thought you are hot, but damn those abs -you leaned in, licking his abs.

-God -he moaned out loud, grabbing you by your shoulders and pushing you down on the bed. As you bounced back a bit, you crawled further to the headboard. He followed you immediately, towering himself above you.

You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss again. Eren's hand was wandering on your body, caressing it from your hip to your breast. You let out a soft moan as you felt his palm slide under your top, gently pressing your breast. As he pushed himself up a bit, his biceps clenching slightly from the pressure. He was eager to free you from your top, pulling it above your head and tossing it to the side, leaving you half naked.

-Oh God... -you ran your fingers through his hair as he sucked one of your nipples, playing with the other one at the same time.

-You like this? -he smirked.

-I love it -you breathed heavily.

-And what about this? -he asked with a husky tone, sliding his hand into your pants, gently rubbing your pussy.

-Eren... -you moaned his name out loud as he slid one of his fingers into your already wet cunt.

-Uhh -he licked his lip- Already so wet for me.

-Shut up, you were fucking hard the second you saw me -you grabbed the sheet next to you.

-True -he laughed, kissing you one more time, starting to move the tip of his index finger on your clit.

-Holy shit... -you hissed in passion.

He licked your neck, biting it, accidentally leaving a hickey, while entering you first with one then with two fingers. Moving them in and out and enjoying the way you moaned his name louder and louder second by second.

You felt your climax building up rapidly so you grabbed his hand hard.

-Stop!

-Why? Don't you enjoy it?

-Ohh I do, don't worry -you licked your bottom lip, wiggling to get rid of your pants. He noticed what you were trying to achieve, so he pushed it down immediately on your legs, throwing it to the corner.

-Come for me -he said, spreading your legs wide, enjoying the sight of your needy pussy. As he kept on fingering you faster and faster you couldn't hold back anymore and ride your orgasm under him.

After you finished, you pulled him in the deepest kiss ever, grabbing his shoulders and rolling him under you. Eren let you free him from his pants, revealing his huge, hard cock.

-Hmm...nice one -you smirked, spitting on it, gently palming the head of it.

-Fuck -he moaned- You are so bad -he threw his head back as you kept moving your hand up and down on his shaft.

-But you love it anyway -you said, slowly positioning yourself on top of him and sliding inside of you.

Both of you let out a loud moan, when you finally sat on him entirely.

-You are so big -you put your hands on his chest for support as you started to move up and down.

-Y/N... -he hissed, grabbing your ass hard, slapping your cheek.

-Yes...I like it rough -you bit your bottom lip, staring into his eyes.

-Oh, yeah? -he asked, blinded by pleasure, grabbing your neck with one of his hands, squeezing it.

-Definitely! -you bounced up and down on him faster and faster, feeling him getting even harder.

As you fucked him in this position for long minutes, you felt your orgasm was about to burst out again.

-I'm so close! -you moaned.

Eren ripped your hips hard, leaving marks of his touch as he held you up a bit and started to pound into you without mercy. Your legs were shaking like a leaf, he hit that spot again and again without a break.

-Come! Come on my cock! -he commanded and you obeyed, riding your climax on him once again. He sat up and pushed you back, rolling you on all four.

-You are so fucking tight -he hissed as he pounded you from behind, feeling your walls squeezing him hard.

-Fuck...Eren -you kept moaning in delusion.

-I'm gonna cum -he moaned and was about to pull out.

-I'm on birth control, just feel me up...feel me up good -you breathed heavily.

He didn't hesitate for even a second and you felt him pulsing, twitching inside of you. He thrusted once or twice more before collapsing on your bed.

-Damn... -he laughed loudly- That was...

-Awesome -you finished his sentence, laying next to him.

-I didn't think you were such a wild ass bitch in the bed.

-Oh you have no idea how wild I can be -you smirked, planting a quick kiss on his lips- Let's get a shower -you said, jumping up from the bed.

-Don't you wanna stay a bit, laying here with me? -he smiled.

-For what? I'm literally dripping from your cum... -you rolled your eyes.

-Fair enough -he chuckled.

In the shower you had sex again...twice more. After feeling totally drained you put on some clean PJ and collapsed into your bed. Eren walked out from the bathroom, got his boxers on and was a bit clueless what to do. He didn't have enough energy to drive home, not to mention he was still high as fuck.

-Just for tonight you can sleep here -you mumbled half asleeped.

-Thanks -he giggled, laying next to you in the bed.

As he found the perfect position he tried to hug you from behind, but you shook off his hand immediately.

-I'm not your girlfriend, stop hugging and let me sleep or I will throw you out and you will sleep on the couch -you hissed, eyes closed.

-Sorry -he whispered, feeling somehow confused. He really thought you wanted to cuddle after having sex...three times in a row. But you made it clearer than the sun that he was wrong.

Next morning:

You woke up to your phone's ringtone, with eyes closed you were tapping the night stand, when finally grabbed the device.

-Yeah? -you mumbled.

-Y/N? Where are you? Everything's okay?

-Sasha what do you want? -you growled annoyed.

-Girl, it's already past 9...are you sick or something?

-WHAT? -your eyes popped wide- Fuck I overslept, I'll be there in 20 minutes -You hang up in an instant.

-Fuck -you jumped out of the bed- Eren...-you shook his hand, but he was still asleep- JAEGER! -you screamed, making him wide awake.

-What? What's wrong? -he looked around, confused.

-Get up, asshole! We overslept! Fuck, I can't believe it -you rushed to the bathroom, trying to make something with your weary face. You didn't have time for makeup and shit like that, just washed your face with ice cold water, made a quick messy bun and searched for some eye drop for your red ass eyes. You blinked fast after using it on both of your eyes, hoping it could help you hide the fact you got high as hell last night.

Eren was looking for his clothes, getting dressed as fast as he could, then following you to the bathroom.

-Here! -you put the eye drop in his hand- Use this...your eyes are red as hell, too -you rushed out, still cursing under your nose. You put on yoga pants and hoodies, there was no time for dressing nicely.

Eren walked out of the bathroom, looking at you and smiling.

-What's so funny? Hurry! Levi's gonna kill me...

He didn't say anything, just walked up to you, still smiling. You were surprised by his calmness, so you stopped for a second. He put his palms on your cheek and softly kissed your forehead.

-Thank you for last night, baby.

-Fuck, Jaeger...seriously? Just get your stuff, we are LATE! -you rolled your eyes, passing by him. You turned back before leaving the room. -And I'm not your baby!

On the way to your cars you told him your plan.

-You will need to wait a few minutes in the parking lot before you come in. We cannot arrive at the same time, it would be too suspicious.

-Ohh, c'mon -he laughed out loud- They are not dumb, we both look like shit. Plus that hickey on your neck is pretty obvious as well.

-The what and where? -you gasped terrified, slamming your palm against your neck- Damn it, Eren...leaving a fucking hickey? How old are you? 15?

-Oops -he smirked, getting in his car.

You were running to the office and somehow was hoping Levi was not there already. But of course he was...waiting for you and for Eren to arrive. On the other hand Eren didn't care about you asking him to wait a few minutes, he followed you almost right away. Both of you entered the room at the same time, walking casually, looking around and smiling awkwardly.

-L/N! Jaeger! Office...now! -Levi rushed out of his room, raging.

He kept screaming and yelling at you both, threatening you will be fired if this happens one more time. Telling you that Reiner called in sick, so no one was doing your job at this exact minute. Cursing under his nose and pointing out the fact that you slept together. Not that it would have been his business anyway.

-Now get the fuck out of my office and start to work! -he yelled, clenching his jaw.

You took a deep breath before entering the shared room, trying to avoid every single eye contact. As you sat down, turned on your laptop right away. Eren's desk was at the other corner of the office. He dropped himself lazily like nothing happened and put on his bored expression mask as usual. But the second he looked at you, realizing you were staring at him, he winked at you. You rolled your eyes, looking back to your screen.

A message popped up almost instantly:

Sasha:

-Were you with Jaeger? 😏

-Nah, please...why do you think that?

-Just wondering...both of you were late, you arrived at the same time, not to mention you dressing like...well you know😂

-I just forgot to set up an alarm and overslept, that's all.

-Ooookay

Around 11am you felt the urge of drinking a coffee and you desired to have a cigarette as well, but since the things happened in the morning you weren't brave enough to risk going outside. You messaged Sasha:

-Coffee break?

-Sure, honey!

On the way to the kitchen Sasha was eying you up and down suspiciously.

-What? -you asked nervously.

-Y/N...I'm sure you were with him -she laughed silently.

-Sasha, drop this, please -you shook your head, while entering the kitchen and preparing the coffee right away.

She put her mug next to the device and leaned closer to you -Nice hickey -she whispered, giggling and heading to the restroom.

-I just can't believe this shit! -you clenched your jaw. You were mad at yourself for getting into this situation. You could have avoided all of it, if you stuck yourself to your own rules...just for this once. But no, you had to fuck that guy, hadn't you? And now you were about to face the consequences. As you were zoning out, arguing with yourself in your head, you didn't notice Eren to show up. He stepped close to you, while leaning in and kissing your neck really quick and placing his mug next to the machine.

-What the fuck are you doing? -your eyes widened.

-What? I thought you like the way I kiss your neck -he smirked.

-Shh...-you hushed him- Shut the hell up, someone can hear you!

-So what? -he shrugged-Why is it bad if they find out? Who cares?

-I thought I made it clear last night -you sighed deeply.

-Let me tell you something, baby -he clicked his tongue- I'm going to make you mine.

-Good luck with that -you laughed out loud.

-Watch me -he slapped your ass, leaving the kitchen without coffee.

Sasha raised one of her eyebrows, witnessing Eren slapping your bum and hearing his last sentence.

-Don't even start! -you shook your head, while making a coffee for Eren as well.

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tonycries · 2 months

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“She My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.”

Synopsis. You know it’s wrong to fuck your best friend. But how can you complain when you’re slammed against the library desk and stuffed full of his big cock like this?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, panties in your mouth (+ some other very heinous things), really fucking dirty, public sex, jealous sex (from his side), pet names (my angel), swearing.

Word count. 1.3k

A/N. My ancestors are prolly so proud of me rn. Art by @_3em on X.

“Best friend” his ass.

It’s laughable really - the way those other losers think they have a chance with you when you’re begging for his dick every night.

He’s known you since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - and right now he’s got you sitting prettily on his lap in a study room tucked on the campus library. Your needy mewls are muffled into the crook of his neck as he holds you steady by your hips, the length of his achingly hard cock nudging the line of your ass.

Panties hastily pulled to the side, your slick pools on his flushed tip, dripping along his length to his tight balls. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your racing pulse, he drags his hefty erection teasingly along your dripping folds.

God, he could feel the way your pussy was clenching desperately around nothing and it was driving him insane.

Surely that study buddy of yours could wait a few minutes. Who did that scrub even think he was? Eyeing his pretty lil’ best friend like that.

“Hngh- please, I want-.” you whisper into his ear, the heat of your breath sending blood rushing straight to his already rock-hard cock. Your needy whimpers are cut off as he subconsciously thrusts in-between your swollen folds, juices making the prominent veins along his length glisten.

Fuck, this was getting too much for him too.

“Tell me what you want, my angel.” he leans down to murmur raspily in your ear, sending a trail of goosebumps down your spine. You were so fucking hot.

That scrub couldn’t even imagine this. How perfect you were. How wet you were for him. How lustful your voice is as you sinfully whine, “I want your cock in me so badly. Want you to fuck me right here. Right now.”

With lightning speed, he’s got you bent against the cold surface of the library desk, painfully hard cock throbbing under the thin material of your panties. You gasp as his length grinds against your quivering cunt.

Having you splayed out so sinfully for him, he’s never been more thankful that the old librarian was such a heavy sleeper - probably wouldn’t wake up for a stampede of elephants if it happened.

“This shit is getting in my fucking way.” he groans out as a large hand grabs your soaked panties.

A sharp rip! of fabric sounds throughout the still air of the study room. “Much better.” he grins dangerously, harshly groping every inch of skin now laid completely bare for him.

“Please. Put it in.” you mewl, voice dripping with need for him. Fuck, he’ll never get used to this.

“Shhh, my angel.” with a low hiss, he bullies his thick cock into your dripping cunt.

“God. S’tight, so tight. Pussy so desperate for me hah- sucking me back in. She doesn’t want me to leave, huh?” he grits out through strangled moans as he sheaths himself completely into your wet pussy. Shit, at this point they’ll hear him and not you.

Warm walls squeezing him to insanity, he fucks you at a feral pace, pulling out till his tip teases your dripping entrance, only to ram himself fully inside once more.

“Ah! Hngh- It’s too much. Please!”

He would never get to know the feeling of your snug cunt desperately sucking his cock back in every time he rams into you. He would never get to feel the way your walls clamp down on him, struggling to adjust to the burning stretch of his thick cock. He could never make you feel this good.

That loser probably has a small dick anyway.

He drinks in the pornographic ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth at each harsh thrust, feeling intoxicated off the animalistic cadence of his hips, and the thick white ring of slick forming at his base.

“Shit. Always so good f’me, my angel.” he groans, your pretty moans only making him thrust impossibly deeper in a way that has you scrambling to hold onto the table for support.

His throaty groans and the merciless slapping of his heavy balls against your ass echoes across the room as his fingers dig deep purple marks into your hips.

“S-someone’s gonna hah- hear-”

“Then we must be quiet, hm?”

Before you have a chance to process what’s happening, the wet panties that were tightly gripped in his hand are now stuffed into your mouth. You moan around the large fingers forcing themselves inside, cold rings stretching your mouth as much as your cunt.

His cock twitches as he forces you to taste yourself, feeling you getting impossibly wetter. That’s his girl.

He could never fuck you like this.

Moans now muffled by the fabric in your mouth, his saliva-coated fingers move down to draw rough circles on your clit - making you yelp at the stimulation.

He knows someone could walk in at any moment - and a part of him actually wants it to happen. Let them see, he thinks. At least then those fuckers would finally take a hint.

A soft whine of his name snaps him out of his pussy-drunk thoughts, blown-out eyes now meeting your dazed ones as you lock eyes with him over your shoulder. Lipstick smeared, tears clinging to your lashes, and panties half-hanging out of your kiss-bitten lips.

Ah, actually scratch that - he’s gonna keep his pretty lil’ best friend all to himself.

“Shhh, my angel. I’ve got you.” he towers over you, pressing a trail of kisses up the curve of your spine before angling your neck to attach his lips with yours. He delights in your surprised squeal, clearly not expecting him to kiss you with your panties still in your mouth. But for you, he’d do anything.

Cock twitching, your feet almost lift off the ground as the rhythm of his hips gets harsher. He intertwines his tongue with yours, sweet slick-soaked panties wrapped in the middle. Fuck, he was going insane at the contrast of your soft tongue with the lacy fabric of your panties, hand around your neck getting tighter.

You moan incoherently as he sucks on your tongue, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth and onto the polished library desk.

It was so fucking lewd. Doesn’t matter how many losers swarm around you - none of them deserved you. None of them could fuck you like this.

Your sounds of pleasure get more and more frantic as his cock still slams inside you relentlessly, ringed-fingers continuing their abuse on your clit - getting closer and closer to what you crave.

He can feel the way your walls flutter so snugly around him. God, he’s so fucking turned on that he doesn’t know whether the heartbeat he feels between his legs is his or yours.

Neither of you have to wait long. His tongue still continues its dance with yours, around your soaked panties, as you both cum with a muffled moan.

Your pussy clenches around him as you climax him as if to milk his cock for all he’s worth. And you do, thick ropes of his hot cum painting your pulsing hole white.

Riding out both your highs, he fucks his cum into you animalistically - feet lifting off the floor at his firm grip on your waist and the sheer power of his rough thrusts.

So messy. Damn, he has to send the librarian an apology gift later - a fruit basket or something, he wonders, barely lucidly.

His mind is still foggy as he pulls his sensitive cock out, and pockets your panties for a lonely night without his dear best friend. Promptly plugging his fingers in your quivering pussy, cum smearing on his fingers, he mutters out a quick “Keep it inside.”

Walking out of the heavy, sex-filled atmosphere of the study room, he bumps into that fucking study buddy of yours - running late and clearly surprised to see him there.

With a slow smirk, “Sorry in advance, my girl made a bit of a mess in there. Hope you don’t mind.”

Hey, this is what best friends are for, right?

- GOJO, GETO, Choso, Tsukishima, ATSUMU, SUNA, Oikawa, Kuroo, EREN, Armin

A/N. Teehee *blushes like a slut*

Longfic Sunday incoming if I manage to write 6k words by tomorrow.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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lingeriae · 8 months

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i jus know erens dick is pretty...and long...

nsfw under the cut!!! minors dni

eren chuckles at the way your eyes widen at the sight of his dick, biting his lip with a groan when you touch it, a wolfish grin on his face when he feels how your hands are shaking.

he pushes you on your back, leaning over you with his dick still in hand. "you shakin, baby?"

you nod, nibbling your lower lip as you looked down, watching how his fist moved up and down his coock, rubbing your thighs together as you imagined him all up in your stomach. your lashes flutter as you looked up at him through them, smiling innocently. "give it to me ren'. need it so bad."

eren shudders at the tone of your voice, adams apple bopping as he tried his best to keep his composure and not cum right then and there. his tip, red, angry and flushed, pooled with precum and his hands sped up, a delicious groan falls from his lips before all of his movement stops.

his brown hair brushes over your face as he tilts his head, eyes jaded and filled with lust, just for you.

"ima give it to you alright. make sure you don't run from it, kay?"

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theragethatisdesire · 10 months

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scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader one-shot, 18+!!

hellooooo i have had this in my wips for like two entire months and i am giddy and ready to share it. this hopefully will just be a one-shot, but you guys know i love to create a universe for each of my erens so god only knows where we'll end up with this one. best friend eren appears to be my angstiest, broodiest one yet, and i love him lol. wanted to make some use of classic fanfic tropes, so here we get best friend eren and fake dating!! woohoo!!

beware: this is absolute, pure filth once you get into it lol

pairing: eren jaeger x afab reader

wc: 9.1k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol use, cussing, squirting, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby, pretty baby, my girl), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a menace per usual, jean's an asshole (i'm so sorry you guys know i love him but it had to happen)

have fun ;)

This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that you’ve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Eren’s ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music he’s blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.

“Come on, Eren. It’s just one night!”

“And what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly ‘break up’?” Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.

“I just can’t face him alone,” you sigh, “it’s only been four months and Sasha told me he’s hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I haven’t even had a drunken makeout at the bar.”

“So? Just because Jean’s been whoring around doesn’t mean you have anything to prove.” Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.

“You’re my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.”

“Who would even believe us? It’s not like it’s a huge party- we know everyone going.”

You cock an eyebrow. “How many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connie’s been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other day–”

“Fine!”

“Fine?”

“Fine. I’ll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,” Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, “I’m going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.”

He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your “date”. He’s in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she won’t consider you to have downgraded, that’s for sure.

You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.

You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Eren’s typical attire “just to be cute”. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but you’ve already gotten everything lined up, and it’s too late for regret.

It’s far too late for hindsight, too; you’re already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if you’re my fake girlfriend, you’re getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Eren parallel parks smoothly on Armin’s quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friends’ cars. It’s Connie’s birthday, but Armin always hosts. It’s an unspoken rule at this point; you aren’t sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.

When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic he’s had since high school. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. “Ow!”

“I open the door, remember?” Eren says, visibly annoyed.

You roll your eyes at him.“Isn’t this a bit much?”

“You think I’m going to be caught dead letting my ‘girlfriend’ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.”

You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. “Fine.”

If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.

As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than you’re willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Eren’s fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. “We better pull this off.”

“It’ll be fine, just follow my lead.” Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Armin’s bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.

“Hi…guys?” Armin’s friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Armin’s wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Armin’s intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.

“Sup, ‘min?” Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Armin’s shoulder.

“Come on in.” Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesn’t outright ask why Eren’s holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.

Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connie’s favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Armin’s recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Armin’s bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that there’s only one unoccupied seat left in the room.

“My two favorite lovebirds!” Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sasha’s impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand that’s closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. “You guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?”

“Laying it on a little thick, Sash,” you whisper into Sasha’s ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.

“What?” Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. “How long has that been a thing?”

You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explain–

“Just a few weeks.” The still-strange weight of Eren’s arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Eren’s quite the actor.

“Yeah,” you jump in, grateful for Eren’s lead, “we just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, that’s all.”

“Sasha knew.” Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.

“It’s about time.” Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. “Good for you guys.”

You can’t help yourself, finally meeting Jean’s eyes. He’s openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.

“Thanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,” Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.

The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; you’ve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jean’s comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.

“Not your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.” You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. It’s been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.

“Anyway,” Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, “what bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.”

The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the evening’s next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter who’s around.

“I need a drink,” you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.

“Do you mind getting me one, babe? Don’t want to lose our seat.” Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jean’s eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.

Over the years you’ve been friends with him, it’s never been lost on you that Eren’s attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like you’re seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jaw’s grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and he’s your best friend and now fake boyfriend– you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.

“Want me to make you one?” Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. “Connie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you can’t taste any of it!”

One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. You’ve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sasha’s offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. “Um…no, that’s okay Sash. I’ll probably just stick to beer.”

Connie sticks his tongue out at you. “Boring!”

Predictably, Sasha pouts. “Okay, but we’re definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?”

Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who can’t pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.

“Fine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and I’ll meet you in there.”

“Ugh, couples,” Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. You’ve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you can’t blame him.

Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Daze’s between Reiner and Bertholdt’s domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.

You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Eren’s behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.

“How’s it going?” Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.

“I mean, it seems like everyone’s buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.”

“What were you expecting? He’s always thought Eren had a thing for you.”

“Everyone thinks Eren has a thing for me,” you roll your eyes, “at least it’s working in my favor now.”

Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. “If you don’t think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.”

“Sasha–”

“I mean, even if you hadn’t told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That it’s just natural for you two to–” Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. “Just makes ya think.”

“Sasha!” Connie calls from the living room. “Let’s do Eye of the Tiger first!”

“Woo!” Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.

You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sasha’s observations. The truly irritating thing is that she’s entirely right. Not only do Eren’s little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feels…nice. It’s as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connie’s amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.

Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jean’s angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annie’s nodding along with whatever Eren’s saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you aren’t exempt from.

You’d met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldn’t stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charming– to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series you’d been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?

He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.

“Missed you,” he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

“You too,” you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Eren’s eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, it’s impossible to discern if it’s part of the act, or Eren being himself.

His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on your–

Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.

The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but he’s still Eren.

“They’re practically in sync already.” Hitch, Marco’s girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.

“It’s a little freaky,” Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. That’s enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyone’s just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.

Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.

“Eren, I don’t know if you should-”

“It’s fine,” Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasa’s eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Eren’s walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.

Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are “talking”. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.

“Are you alright?” The question comes from Armin, who’s placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry that Jean isn’t taking the news well.”

“There’s no news,” Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.

A neat little cross appears between Armin’s eyebrows. “They’re-”

“Faking,” she interrupts Armin, “they aren’t dating.”

Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. “How’d you know?”

“One of you would have told me,” she shrugs, “or at least I’d like to think you would.”

“It’s just…I couldn’t bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.” You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. It’s your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.

“Why would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,” Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, “I- I don’t mean you’re silly, just, you shouldn’t-”

“You know.” Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.

A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.

Eren has Jean pinned up against Armin’s cabinets, forearm tight against the other man’s neck. Jean’s still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Eren’s eyes.

“Need to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschstein–”

“Eren!” Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. “Let him go!”

“Do you want to tell her what you said, or should I?” Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jean’s eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.

He spits directly in Eren’s face.

Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jean’s cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reiner’s shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.

“It’s my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!” Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.

“Jaeger- back off!” Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, who’s struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.

“Maybe we should leave,” he suggests awkwardly, “take the party elsewhere.”

You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.

“We are,” he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.

“Eren, wait–” you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but it’s fruitless. Eren’s strong, stronger than you, and you don’t stand a chance stopping him now that his mind’s made up.

He doesn’t drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; it’s more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.

Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isn’t taking you to your house, but to his. What he’s thinking, you can’t be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just can’t wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like that– Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.

Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Eren’s faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.

“The fucking child lock button?” You leap out of your seat once he’s opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. “Is that what I am, Eren, a child?”

“Come inside.” Eren’s voice is low, dangerous. You’re too angry to indulge his temper.

“No,” you snap, “I’m going home.”

No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. “Come inside.”

You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you aren’t sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.

“Come inside, please,” Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide you’ll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least it’ll catch him off guard, and you’ll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.

Whether Eren’s house smells like him or Eren smells like his house you’ve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily it’s a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. You’re more than ready, fists shaking by your side.

“What the hell was that, Eren?”

He doesn’t answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.

“Answer me!” Your voice rattles the cabinets. “Yeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connie’s birthday–”

“You didn’t hear what he said,” Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.

“What could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had to–”

“It was about you.” Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.

Your heart stutters. “You– what did he say?”

“Told me if I wanted to taste your ‘slutty pussy’ so bad, I could just smell his breath. S’why he spit in my face.” Eren’s fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.

Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. “He…he said that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d been fucking him?” Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Eren snaps, “this whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?”

“I haven’t been fucking him,” you hiss, “he lied because he was jealous. And you’re not some toy, you’re– you’re my best friend. I needed you.”

Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years you’ve known him, he’s never looked at you like this before, not once. “Say it again.”

“You’re my–”

“The other thing.”

“I needed you.”

“Again.”

“I needed– fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?”

He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. He’s forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. “Say it one more time.”

“I…needed you,” you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologne– when did he start wearing cologne?– musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.

“I like the way you say that,” his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. “That you need me.”

Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.

“Do you still?”

“Still?”

“Need me.”

You blink, eyes still watery. “How?”

“You’re a smart girl,” Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, “you know. You’ve always known.”

You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.

“I still need you. Now.”

Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. He’s kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. It’s all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.

“This shirt is ridiculous,” Eren pants into your mouth, “wish I wasn’t about to rip it off of you.”

A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Eren’s chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; he’s big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.

His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. “I’m going to take you to my room. If that’s not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.”

You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. “I want it- want you.”

Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.

Oh, and do you watch. It’s difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.

Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.

“Careful, Eren– you’ll leave marks,” you gasp, pulling at his hair.

“Good,” Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, “you wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didn’t you? Let them see.”

Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, “what you do to me. How long I’ve wanted you.”

Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Eren’s confession and the way you’re clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin.

“Remember…” Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, “remember college? When you’d wear those slutty little dresses out?”

“I remember,” you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.

“Used to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,” Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, “could practically see it in those short ass dresses. I’d cum thinking about how you’d sound when I stuck my tongue in it.”

A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Eren’s pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes he’s making across your clit are making you dizzy.

“Fuck…” Eren trails off, eyes wide, “got such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.”

“Eren, please,” you’ve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.

“I’ve got you,” he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. “So fucking sweet. Knew you would be.”

Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Eren’s no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.

He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; he’s teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you don’t even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.

Eren chuckles. “You need something?”

“Stop fucking with me,” you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.

“You want me to stop fucking with you?”

“Please, Eren, I need you–”

“That’s all you had to say.”

And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like he’s trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds you’ve ever heard slipping from your mouth. He’s so good, better than you’ve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.

Just when you think it can’t get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.

“My girl likes being full, doesn’t she?” He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.

“M-more,” you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.

“What was that?” You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“I need– fuck– I need more.”

“Magic word?”

“Please, Eren, fuck!”

“Good, good girl,” he coos, pushing another finger into you, “so sweet and needy for me, yeah?”

Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.

“W-what are you– oh,” you hate yourself for it, but you can’t even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; it’s just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but it’s more intense, wetter than you’ve ever felt it.

“Close?”

“Mhm,” you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where you’re pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. “But it- it feels weird…I, I can’t–”

“Sh,” he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, “you can do it, just for me, I know you can. It’s going to feel so good, you’ll see.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need to–

“Cum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.”

The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Eren’s face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You can’t even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.

“You have the messiest little cunt,” Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, “knew you were a squirter.”

He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch.

“I–I’ve never…” you take a shaky breath in between every word, “never done that before.”

Pride illuminates his face. “Really? I knew you could do it– just for me, right?”

You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. “Your cock, I– I want it in my mouth. Please let me.”

You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. “Next time. I’d never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.”

Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. He’s big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldn’t touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.

Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. “Christ,” he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.

“Please, Eren- oh!” You jump; Eren’s circling your asshole, using the mess you’ve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. “Eren…”

“You’d let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. “Maybe next time, then.”

You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.

“Oh, baby,” Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, “never gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.”

“Eren, it’s so– oh my god,” you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, “you feel so fucking good. Best I’ve ever had.”

You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; you’re just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.

And when he rolls his hips into yours– you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.

“Never giving this pussy up,” Eren grunts above you, “never letting you give this to anybody else again. It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. He’s picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that it’s Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.

“Say it’s mine,” his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. “God, you look fucking incredible. Say it.”

“My…my pussy is,” you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, “yours. It’s yours.”

“That’s my girl,” Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, “my pussy, my girl. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.

Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. It’s toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.

You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, he’s studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. There’s a moment happening here, an important one, one you don’t have the mental capacity to absorb right now.

“I want to see you now,” Eren says quietly, “need to see your pretty face when I cum, m’kay?”

You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.

Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Eren’s pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.

You stare into Eren’s eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. It’s a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.

“Your other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?”

“He’s not my-”

“Better not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,” Eren’s voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.

You find your words, but they come out quiet. “He’s not. Never again.”

Eren’s grin grows darker. He’s nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. He’s pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.

“Such a good girl,” he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, “such a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.”

You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. You’re addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.

“I…” you aren’t sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. “You feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.”

“God, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, don’t you?” Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. “Love how I fuck you like a whore, don’t you? Tell me, baby.”

“I love it,” your voice is quivering, and you’re vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. You’re overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.

“My pretty baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Eren rambles, “so pretty when you cry for me.”

You can’t break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Eren’s letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.

“Gonna cum soon,” he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, “gonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?”

“Okay,” you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you?” He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. “You want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?”

You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. “I– I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.”

He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know it’s a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.

It’s Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. He’s incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.

“Holy shit,” Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, you’re overcome with the urge to smack him.

“That’s one way of putting it.” You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadn’t just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. “I should probably call Jean back.”

That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. “Why?”

“Maybe he wants to apologize.”

Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you aren’t sure where he’s taking you, but all the fight’s been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. “Who fucking cares?”

“I might,” you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize he’s carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldn’t begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.

Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.

“You don’t need him,” he says, solemn as you’ve ever seen him, “and from what I saw tonight, you don’t even want him. You know that now, right?”

There’s something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.

“I just–”

“I meant it, you know,” Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.”

You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. “Really?”

“We don’t need to get into it now,” he shrugs, “but you know that. You know I’d do anything for you. You know I’d treat you well. ‘M not a bad guy.”

Your chest aches. “I know, but Eren–”

“So that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had in your life?” He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.

“You might have me there.”

“Better than horseface?”

“Watch it.”

The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. “We won’t talk about it, for now at least. I’ll get us cleaned up, and we can go watch–”

“Mamma Mia,” you blurt, hopeful.

“No fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.”

“Eren!” You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.

He grins crookedly back at you. “That’s not a no.”

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