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broken-freedom · 2 years

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• Someone who’s me? •

Best friend!Eren x Virgin Fem!Reader

WC: 5k

CW: virginity loss - protected penetrative sex (for once lol) - Sex in a public place - overstimulation

A/N: an anon said to imagine reader and Eren having sex in public places and another said imagine Eren discovering reader having a praise kink (it isn’t really obvious unless you focus on it). And I wanted to write virgin reader so I just smashed all that into one fic, Let’s GOOO

ALSO, I don’t like the idea of fuckboy Eren so I danced around it. Okay go on now hehe …

It’s embarrassing, someone your age and only has an experience limited to your own fingers and still afraid to push them in. The stories and tales you heard about how much it hurts the first time made it impossible for you to even consider the thought. The horrifying thoughts keep you off at all times, but embarrassing, so embarrassing, and kind of annoying that with your limited experience, you have to sit here and listen to this whore next to you talking about yet another date he has later today. Your eyes are focused on how the waves crash into the shore in front of you trying to ignore him as much as you can. You are shaken from your thoughts by his warm hand touching your bare shoulder “yoo! I am talking to you?”

“Tell me again why you are doing this?” you ask him with a disgusted look.

“It’s a human need darling, gotta have it every once in a while … don’t look at me like that!” Eren huffs, pinching your scrunched nose.

You slap his hand away muttering a faint “not for everyone!” under your breath, how can you even know if it is a human need when you didn’t try it?

“Say what now?”

You repeat yourself louder with a daring stare ready to fight him if he calls you not normal as you two always bicker.

“pfff that’s bullshit, wait, what does that even mean?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Nothing” you wave him off and pout.

“Oh it is something … spill!” He drops his phone and turns his whole body to face you as much as he can in the driver seat inside his car, giving you his full attention.

You and Eren know each other since you were in elementary school when he transferred into your school one afternoon, and have been friends ever since that day making your friendship a little over 15 years old. You know everything about him, and he thought he knew everything about you as well until you drop the bomb in his face saying that your sexual experince is limited. With blown eyes he questions that limitation “not even?” And he makes a circle with one hand, his thumb meeting the rest of his fingers and stuffs it with his pointer and middle finger of the other hand.

“Eww Eren, you are gross!” you cover his face blocking his vision before you take a deep breath. You already told him that you are still a virgin, might as well tell him why you are still one.

You open up, sharing all your fears and concerns, and Eren listens attentively, not just to your words, but also to your body language and the way you pull the hem of the skirt of your dress down every so often while sharing one of the most vulnerable moments with him. He doesn’t interrupt your words, or your thoughts, keeping his lips sealed and his hands to himself knowing that if he tries to sympathize with you by holding your hand it’ll break the flow of your thoughts. So he listens closely until you take a breath and let out your last sentence “ … and for this reason I want my first time to be with someone I trust and feel comfortable with. I don’t want to rush it just to get it done with. I want to be comfortable, Eren. I don’t want to be scared.”

He nods in understanding, and assures you that there’s nothing wrong with the way you think and feel, but the exact opposite as it is the least you can do for yourself.

“I want it to be someone who I am comfortable with, someone who I trust, someone who can read me without me talking, who’s able to tell if I am in discomfort… Someone who is—”

“Someone who is me?” he asks, interrupting your words.

Your eyes widen in shock at his suggestion, but he can tell by your reaction that you already considered this option before. He can read right through your thoughts without you communicating them. You just weren’t sure how to bring it up to him. “Would that be weird?” His hand grabs yours immediately making contact with your skin for the first time since you started talking “A little ..” he chuckles “but you are my best friend and I am the perfect fit to what you just described. Will you let me do it?” heat creeps to your face, painting it scarlet. You always saw Eren as a very handsome guy, even when he was a loud annoying 9 year old boy who’ll scream about his favorite band, or when he was covered in sweat playing basketball in high school. You loved his personality and the way he cares for his people. You can’t deny that your heart is racing at the thought of Eren touching you like that, but you nod allowing him to get closer. “Don’t get attached to the dick though, yea?” He says breaking the ice as he adjusts his seating position allowing him to be closer to you. “Oh my god Eren! Know what? forget it!!” You push his shoulder away, your face burning with flames at his remark, but he laughs holding your wrist. His laugh is contagious making you giggle a little bit and actually feeling more comfortable with your decision.

He waits for the laughter to slowly turn into a smile on your face before he speaks again, “Stop me at any time if it gets too much. ” He captures your jaw between his thumb and index finger, forcing your eyes to meet his “You being comfortable is my number one property okay?”. The longer you are locking eyes with him, the warmer your body gets, and you feel all of your senses heighten as he slowly pushes your hair away from your face and tucks a few loose strands behind your ears. “You are so pretty” he whispers to you as his face is getting closer as he leans over the center console until you can feel his hot breath falling on your lips. He faintly brushes his lips on yours giving you time to stop him if you want to “Is this okay?” he asks almost whispering and you feel your breath hitching in your throat but give him the green light to proceed by nodding and whispering a yes filled with anticipation.

Eren’s fingers let go of your chin and sneak behind your head holding you firm by the nape as he gives you one last reassuring smile, “You are safe with me … I will take care of you.” before he finally presses his lips to yours, kissing you ever so gently. His lips feel so soft, you are amazed by how soft and gentle his lips are and as you are sinking into the kiss he pulls away to check on you making sure that you are doing okay. The pout on your face makes him laugh but he wipes it out quickly with another kiss just as gentle as the previous one. His other hand moves to rub your bare thigh closer to your knee, squeezing it as lightly as he can. He wants you to relax under his touch before he can move on to any other steps, and he knows exactly what to do to help you reach that point. His lips are moving at a slow pace kissing your lips, but you become hungry fast, and you want more of what he is giving you. So you try to poke your tongue in between his still sealed lips and he mutters in between the kiss “eager now aren’t we? I might think you have a crush on me if you don’t slow down?” You blush, embarrassed as he slowly parts your lips using his tongue and slips it past your lips twirling your tongue with his the same time his hand is messaging your thigh. His movements are calculated, giving you the proper time to adjust to every feeling that rushes through your veins and helping you get a full experience.

He starts to spread kisses along your jaw when he feels that you are comfortable to move on to the next step, the hand on your thigh slowly making its way up and past your dress with delicate touches to your skin, the other hand is moving from your nape to your shoulder slowly pushing the strap of your dress off your shoulder. “Remember to stop me if you need to okay?” you open your mouth to say that you are doing fine, that you are okay and don’t want him to stop, but what comes out of your mouth is nothing but a tiny whimper and a form of Eren’s name rolling past your lips as his lips latch to your neck gently sucking on the pulse point. Eren stops his movements but he doesn’t back away from you, instead he kisses your neck up until he reaches your ear to whisper “keep going, I wanna hear your pretty moans” and nibbles on your earlobe.

Your thinking is blurred, the sensation of Eren’s movements around your body invading every rational thought, it feels good, and totally different from the way you feel when you touch yourself. You’ve secretly liked Eren all these years, never saying anything because you didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship with him , but to have him touching you in such an intimate way with such care is beyond what your mind can process. His eyes met yours with a questioning gaze as his fingers were toying with the neckline of your dress wanting to push it down “will that be ok my princess?” You want to question if he says this to every person he’s ever with, but the way he touches you and the way he looks at you with these green eyes glowing under the soft haze of the sunset tell you that this is something unique even for Eren. You give him the green light, and Eren’s hands slip underneath the straps of the dress burning the skin of your shoulders. His lips are back to kissing you, but the pace is faster, the movement is messier, and he starts gently biting and nibbling on your lower lip as his hands are moving lower to cup your breast pushing the dress down to pool at your waist. A soft whimper left your lips for Eren to swallow it. His thumbs grazing the hardened nipples. A sudden “Ahhhh” rolls out of your mouth when he pinches your nipple, tweaking it between his thumbs and index fingers. You open your eyes to question him and you are met with his half-lidded eyes staring down at you. His next actions are with purpose, his mouth latching at your nipple sending shivers down your spine and making your back arch towards him. The other hand sliding underneath your dress and slowly making its way up your thigh until it fully cups your center, his middle finger pressed firmly in between the folds.

You want more, you need more, the careful touches he is giving you are not enough. You are grateful for how slow he is moving but the pace is driving you insane. “Eren—” and he knows, he can read your mind and know exactly how to tend to your needs. But not this time, not like this, and surely not when this is your first time. He wants to provide you with the best experience he can, because if he was doing what he wanted, you’ll be bent down at the hood of his car instead of taking everything at a very painful pace. But still giving you more, slightly more but enough to make you shudder as he slides your panties to the side and lightly taps on your clit. Slowly gathering the slick from your center to ease the next step. “I will put my finger in now, remember you can stop me at any time okay? But you need to tell me how you feel” You nod and his finger rubs circles around the entrance of your cunt before it slowly makes its way past the walls. One inch at the time and he stops to give you time to adjust. He understands your fears, and doesn’t want to add to the flames by making you uncomfortable or hurting you in any way. The pressure is strange, but it isn’t uncomfortable in any way. You feel your walls expanding as his finger makes its way inside slowly, your wetness helping with how easily his finger slides in.

When his finger is fully in, he gives you a few seconds before he takes it out slowly only to push it back in for a few times. When he doesn’t feel the resistance any more he asks if you are good for him to add another, his eyes searching your face for any discomfort and his ears are trained to catch any cues for him to stop. “You are doing so well for me already, I think you are ready to take on another one” and the way your walls clench around him gives away how that simple sentence affected you, and Eren took notice right away. He leans down to kiss and lick at your neck again, bending his fingers inside of you brushing them against the spongy spot that has you seeing stars. The feeling is like nothing you have experienced before, very strange but also blissful. You slap your hand on your mouth suppressing the moans from leaving it but Eren lets go of your skin for a second “let me hear you, I like the way you moan my name … sound so pretty“ and continue the gentle sucking on the pulse point of your neck, his free hand toying with your nipple between his fingers. A strange sensation building inside of you faster than you thought. Your walls are squeezing Eren’s digits and he knows you’re close. “Look at me” he whispers in your ears, keeping his pace steady, fingers going in and out of your cunt, only adding circular motion on your clit with his thumb to help push you closer to your climax, and it comes crashing at you as the knot inside your gut snaps cumming all over the leather seat of the car coating Eren’s fingers in a thick white liquid. Your legs shake as the orgasm peaks under Eren’s touch, how you’ll ever settle for less than this now? But that is a concern for another time. He slows down the movement until he comes to a stop, taking his fingers out of your pussy and immediately pushing them past his lips, humming in satisfaction as the sweet taste hits his tongue. “who knew you taste this good!, so sweet” You turn your face away from him trying to not burst into a million pieces because of his lewdness as he sucks loudly on his fingers.

After he finishes cleaning his fingers, he uses his other hand to turn your head to look at him “how was it? How do you feel?” The concerned tone of his voice makes you chuckle. Under the tough nonchalant exterior he puts up he is just a softie on the inside. “I am fine Eren, it was amazing, but this is not what I asked for?” you say as you are trying to fix your clothes pushing your top up covering your boobs, but he stops you “who said we’re done yet? I was only preparing you” the smirk on his lips grows bigger when you return the smile eagerly “yes, we are not done yet, but what’s next” “oh? Next you lay down like the pretty princess you are and I take care of the rest, but first … are you sure? This is your chance to back out, you know?” You place your hand atop of his that’s caressing your thigh “no Eren, I want this, I want it with you … we— we keep going until the end, if that’s okay with you.”

“Oh now you are asking if I am okay with it? We’re way past that now don’t you think?” he laughs and you mirror his action. “I want it as much as you do” and he leans to give you a quick peck before he opens the door, and jumps out of the car and opens the trunk. You have no idea what he is doing but all you hear is the noise of him digging through the stuff that’s in there.

When he comes back he opens the door for you and extends his arm to help you down, not that you need it but the gesture wakes up butterflies in your stomach you didn’t know existed. He always held doors for you, took your hand to help you up or down a step, but this is the first time you feel this way. You reason that he was just playing with your insides making you feel ten times better than your hand ever made you feel. But the soft smile on his lips is telling you that he likes it and it makes you so happy to know that. Have Eren ever thought about doing something like this with you? Sure , why wouldn't he? He always told you how beautiful you are randomly complimenting an outfit he saw you wearing thousands of times. But this? This? this is driving you crazy.

You watch him as he places one beach blanket on the sand with another neatly placed on the side, and the strangest part of it all is the pillows that he brings from the trunk. “Don’t tell me you used these before with your- “ “no” he cuts you off knowing where your thoughts are taking you.,” I don’t do hookups in my car, princess. Relax, this has no one’s cum on it … yet …” he winks saying the last part and you try your best not to melt. The effect he has on you is ridiculous and it increases each minute. He holds your hand and twirls you around, takes off his shoes and sits down with you on his lap straddling his thighs, your hands around his neck and his on your waist. He kisses you lightly and you giggle, he kisses you again “did I tell you how pretty you look today?” you smile nodding “yes like four times already” holding back the laugh. “Well, I don’t see why not make it five?” and the kiss deepens, one of his hands coming to hold your jaw firmly as he sweeps his tongue on your lower lip “you are very, very pretty” whispering against your lips before he pushes his tongue inside marking every bit of your mouth and dancing with your own. Your hips start grinding down on his lap involuntarily and you can feel him hard already.

His hands slowly work on your dress, pushing it up your body and gathering around on your waist while he paints your skin with his kisses. Your lips, your jaw, your neck, your ears, and every inch he can reach, and when he reaches the sweet spot behind your ear you gasp making him smirk, feeling victorious to find it so quickly. You whimper and your hands fist his shirt feeling the heat back inside your core as he gently sucks and bites on your neck. “I wanna feel you Ren” you whisper but he hears you. As soon as he pulls away, giving you space to catch your breath, your hands tug on his shirt, lifting it up his body and over his head. You want to start something you always wanted to try, to make him feel wanted too, but when you try to kiss his neck he stops you. “This time, it’s all about you my princess.” Cold ocean breeze hit your body once Eren pulls the dress all the way up and off of your body leaving you in nothing but the thin fabric of your panties, but before your mind can process the cold, Eren engulfs you between his arms, skin touching skin actually making you feel so warm, the heat in between your legs is another reason why you’re not shivering. After a few kisses randomly placed on your shoulders, Eren flips you underneath him with your legs hugging his waist and arms around his neck, his arms holding his weight to stop his body from crushing your smaller one underneath him, his eyes pouring affection into yours under the moonlight now that the sun is completely gone and the only source of light is the full moon above your heads. Your hands gilde in the dips of his chest muscles and you whisper encouraging him to keep going “we don’t have all night Jaeger, how about you keep going?” Eren laughs hard and you slap his shoulder embarrassed by his reaction “I am just taking my time with you, pretty girl, want you to be fully ready for me that’s all”

Eren sits on his heels and reaches his hand to his back pocket taking a condom out and placing it between his teeth as he is working on unbuckling his belt “of course you have a condom in your back pocket!” you mock him and he returns your sarcasm with a grin “well a man never knows when his best friend would ask him to sleep with her, better be prepared” making your face catch on fire. He places the condom wrap on his mouth again so his hands can work on his pants unbuttoning and unzipping to be able to push them down with his boxer. Your eyes wide in horror seeing his cock springing out and smacking his abs, fully hard and leaking precum from its tip. You always heard Eren bragging about how big his cock is, but to actually see it, you swallow a few times, thinking how he’ll even fit inside of you. He would split you in half and tear you apart going in. The excited look on your face is quickly wiped by the terrified one and Eren catches on the change quickly “hey, look at me” he traps your chin in between his fingers forcing your head up to look at his eyes instead of his lower half “we don’t have to, it is okay I promise, I know it is a bit intimidating and we can try again another time, or never, really. Whatever makes you comfortable my pri-” he gasps when your hand makes contact with his cock, his eyes were focused on you he didn’t see your hand reaching out to hold it in your palm. “It— it’s huge Eren!” your eyes are still meeting his “but I heard the bigger the better right? I mean you wouldn’t brag about it if it wasn’t. Right?” He chuckles, nodding. “But also, stop me at any moment okay? Just say the word and I promise to stop right away.”

He holds your hand, the one that’s holding his cock and squeezes it, making your grab on his length tighter. He guides you to pump him a few times, coating his cock with his own precum before he takes your hand off it and kisses it so he can unroll the condom on his cock now, keeping eye contact with you, and smiling gently. When he is done, his fingers work to take your panties off and drop your legs back to their original position surrounding his waist. You feel exposed as you’re completely bare before his eyes. It is a full moon night, giving Eren enough light to find every dip and mole around your body. His hands looming around your waist and your thighs as he stares down at your body “my god, never knew you are even prettier naked!” Your forearm covers your face as you can’t take anymore of his compliments, but he doesn’t need to see your face because the pulsing pussy in front of him said it all. He touches you where you needed him to, your cunt ready to swallow his fingers he presses two to it and rubs your clit teasingly. “Ready for me princess? It’s time, and you .. feel ready to me” his eyes meeting yours as his fingers pumping in and out ever so slowly. “Yes, Eren, I want you inside of me … I feel ready too”

He positions his cock to your cunt, rubbing it to the center up and down to coat it in your wetness. Bending down and looking at your eyes for one last time “this is it princess, you sure?” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him for a deep kiss encouraging him to start pushing. He pulls away “eyes on me, the whole time, okay?” And before you can say anything you start to feel the head of his cock pushing against your tight hole making it’s way inside. You squeeze your eyes shut and open them just as fast when you hear his soft voice humming to comfort you. The stretch stings, he is just so big, but the faint humming in the sound of your favorite song is covering the discomfort of the feeling. As his cock inches deeper inside of you, your eyes water and a single tear creep from it, your nails digging into Eren’s skin, but he distracts you as he starts singing to you. Half way in he stops pushing his cock inside, giving you time to adjust, and allowing one hand to slip in between you two to rub your clit while the other holds his weight. His voice is soothing, if he isn’t singing then he is humming, keeping your attention on him and his eyes rather than the painful stretch between your legs. Your cunt welcome him in when he pushed in the last couple inches, bottoming out and stopping completely. He focuses on kissing you, drowning the sensation of pain in an ocean of pleasure. It feels good, it feels right, he feels right. And when he moves again, you feel nothing but pleasure. Your eyes closing to enjoy the feeling of him slowly pulling out only to push back in again. And when you open your eyes to look at Eren, the moon light bouncing off his tanned skin making it glow. You're mesmerized by the scene watching how his features are full of bliss. His thick eyebrows sewn together, his eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted in a silenced whimper with a thin layer of spit covering his lower lip . He is now moving in a steady rhythm matching the sound of the waves meeting shore not far away from where you two are tangled together. You reach out a hand to touch his face gently stroking his cheek “feels good Eren?” His eyed flatter open and he looks down at you “feels like heaven my princess” and you are close to the second orgasm, the way he is with you now, this close, this intimate is what’s driving you closer and closer. Your legs keeping him in place as they dig into his back, as he changes the position so he can hit the spot inside of you to help you climax. And it’s only a few more thrusts to make you see stars behind your closed lids moaning his name loudly as you cream his wrapped cock. The pleasure of seeing you come undone underneath him is enough, but also seeing how his cock disappears inside your pussy and coming back white with your release is Eren’s last push, making him splash his load into the condom with a growl muffled by your own lips. He slows down to a stop and drops on top of you catching his breath and he feels your walls pulsing and squeezing him and it makes his face wrinkles from how sensitive he is “'Fuck! ‘S sensitive! if you are hugging me a thank you, do it with your arms instead.” He sighs as he pulls out, and winces from the sensation of taking the condom off his cock tying it and putting it aside so he can throw it away later.

He takes the blanket and covers you with it as he claims your lips for a last kiss before snuggling with you.

“What about your date?” You ask with a quirked eyebrow. He holds you closer to his chest, twirling your hair around his index finger “My human need is met being with you, I don’t need to do that again.” “Aww look who got attached to the pussy! The Eren Jaeger!” Eren looks down on you and covers your face with his big hand hiding his blush muttering a low “shut up”

“So what’s next?” you ask not knowing how these things usually work. “I ask you out” he says kissing your head and you shoot up. “OH MY GOD EREN!” He drags you down to lay on his chest as before “don’t make it weird, you started it” and you giggle placing your hand atop of his chest.

You were right, you were absolutely right, Eren is the one to handle this situation the best way possible as you always thought he would take good care of you at every phase. You smile looking at the stars above your head and giggle. You just got the most amazing first experience you always wanted with the one you wanted it to be with …

#eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren jaeger smut #eren x fem!reader #Aot smut #best friend Eren #Virgin smut

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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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