eren, armin, levi, and jean + what they’re like in a relationship
cw: nsfw mentions. fairly gender-nonspecific but i do use “girl” in some nicknames. levi + jean get a little canon-focused
"i missed you” “i was only gone for an hour” “so?”
very affectionate and always craving physical touch.
likes to always be touching you in some way, whether it’s holding your hand or resting his head on your thighs when you’re relaxing.
looks for you the moment he enters a room
very protective and won’t hesitate to wedge himself between you and dangerous situations. you often have to intervene when he gets in this mood, otherwise he’ll fully start a fistfight over it.
on expeditions – he isn’t afraid of losing you because he will protect you with his entire life. you’re not going anywhere. in all honesty, he might go on a murderous rampage if anything bad ever does happen to you.
sarcastic, dry humor. will jokingly say “wow, someone’s needy” when you get affectionate, as if he isn’t the biggest gimme kiss boyfriend to exist.
“i love you. say it back.”
doesn’t get jealous or insecure when other people come onto you - his ego is the size of the moon, he knows you’re his and that nobody else poses a threat to your relationship.
doesn’t mean he won’t fuck you into the mattress over it later
when someone checks you out (or him), eren will wrap himself around you and go heavy on the neck kisses to further remind everyone of his place.
most obnoxious petnames – baby, sugar, angel, honey, cupcake, sweet pea, flower, cutie patootie, pudding, pumpkin, bug
“my little sidekick”
eren’s stubbornness makes it hard for him to realize when to pick his battles. he doesn’t know when to drop it and let you calm down before you talk it out like actual adults, which leads to some pretty unpleasant arguments.
however, he learns over time and knows to give you space before coming in to apologize and do what he can to make it up to you. you’ll never go to sleep angry or upset, or doubting the stability of your relationship.
completely and absolutely fucking useless in the kitchen, he prefers to sit back and watch you “do your thing”. usually, you can sucker him into doing the dishes. he’ll do anything you ask if you give him the puppy eyes.
eren insists on driving. even if it’s a 20 hour road trip. he’s driving.
usually he picks the music too because "my car, my rules” but he secretly doesn’t mind when you steal the aux cord and play what you want
always drives with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh
gets you a necklace with his name on it and most definitely has a matching one with your initial that dangles in your face when he’s on top
pays for almost everything. you’ll be at a check-out ready to swipe your card when he just bumps you out of the way and pays instead. he likes knowing he can take care of you.
he’s a giant sweetheart and unconditionally loving
gets you a promise ring
doesn’t mind pda but is very appropriate about it - holding your hand and giving it the occasional kiss, loosely draping his arm around you when you’re sitting, maybe a kiss on the cheek every now and then.
always looks at you with the kindest, fondest eyes. literal heart eyes.
not the biggest fan of conflict but will gladly get his ass beat defending your honor like when eren was mean to mikasa and armin threw himself over the table to punch him. yeah, he got his ass handed to him after that, but it’s the thought that counts.
because he doesn’t like conflict, arguments are scarce and usually talked through until a solution is found. he never raises his voice and definitely not at you.
on expeditions – armin tries his best to trust that you can take care of yourself - you went through the same training together and he’s seen your strength and how capable you are. it doesn’t change the fact that his stomach hurts when he sees you get injured.
always thinks of you when he learns new things and wonders what you’d think about it. always curious to know your opinion on everything.
sleepovers every night. he likes reading to you until you doze off on him.
likes when you dote on him - gently caressing his face, ruffling his hair, shoulder massage after an especially long day
praise kink please for the love of god tell him he’s pretty or how smart he is
“sweet girl” “pretty girl”
secretly a little possessive but not in an unhealthy way. he’ll breathe out “all mine” while you’re making out or ask you who you belong to. it’s like he turns into a whole new person - kissing rougher and holding tighter, like he needs to hear you say it, and while he’s a sweetheart, he doesn’t like to share.
surprisingly high sex drive. 100% a giver and could spend hours making you feel good.
teamwork makes the dream work! you’re a power couple and like to take on tasks together, like cleaning or cooking
celebrates mini-anniversaries. you will get six-month flowers.
semi-gamer bf and sometimes plays with eren and jean. prefers strategy and critical thinking games, though. he gets in fights with eren all the time because armin “goes easy on him”, then proceeds to kick his ass to a humiliating degree.
he loves giving acts of service and will always take on favors for you
he’s perfect to bring home to the family, he’s a such a sweetheart and a charmer. everyone loves him.
he loves traveling and seeing the world with you. you probably have a scrapbook full of your adventures.
you’re silently pining after each other for years
he gets so flustered that he accidentally rejects you the first time you make a move and you go to sleep humiliated
“i like you.” “you’re better than this.”
he’s touch-starved. one time you flick a bug off his shoulder and he thinks about that slight touch for the rest of the week
you remain pretty independent when you’re on duty though – no pda.
levi is horrible at expressing his love with words. he relies on acts of service and checking in on you. his actions speak louder and you can tell how deeply in love with you he is.
“have you eaten today? eat.” “get some sleep.”
sometimes you’ll return to your room and find your bed neatly made with fresh bedding, or a vase with flowers sitting on the table. he’ll run you a bath and light some candles after a hard day and dote on you when you’re injured.
he acts like it’s so bothersome, but he loves taking care of you. he loves keeping you safe and protected.
he’ll let you sleep in a little longer when you spend the night in his room, giving you a kiss on your forehead before he leaves to get an early start on work. sasha and connie barge in to wake you up “by all means necessary” an hour later. captain’s orders.
levi doesn’t say i love you often and will usually whisper it to you when you’re deep asleep. he’ll take a moment when things are bad and tell you he loves you. you needed to hear it, he needed to say it.
on expeditions – even though he trusts you, levi still feels like it’s his responsibility to protect you. he’d defend you with his life. it’s hard for him to sit back and watch you fly into dangerous situations, or volunteer to ride in the most vulnerable part of the flank. he prefers keeping you in his sight at all times, ready to intervene if you’re in imminent danger or about to do something stupid. you sacrifice yourselves together, idiot.
he likes resting his head on your stomach and letting you run your fingers through his hair. he likes when you lean into him. he likes climbing on top of you and making up for all the kisses he couldn’t steal the whole day.
massive fucking tease and filthy mouth
quickies in his office and slow sex in the mornings where you hold each other close and gasp into each other’s mouths
he doesn’t call you petnames – just your name and a soft, affectionate look in his eyes
very self-sufficient and prefers to take on tasks like cooking and cleaning himself. you know he has impossible standards. you’re his little helper, though.
he trusts you with his life and knows pretty much from day one that he’ll be spending the rest of it with you
movie nights – your busy work schedules make it hard to spend quality time together in the weekdays. every friday, you’ll pick a movie and curl up on the couch. you get a little wine drunk and if the movie is particularly bad, levi gives his own hilarious commentary and voiceovers (until you forget about the movie and fuck on the couch instead)
such a playful and loving boyfriend
you definitely started out as friends, completely oblivious of your feelings for each other. he’d confide in sasha and connie and they’d scream at him to just talk to you, and embarrass him in front of you. one time, you put your hand on his shoulder and he completely stopped breathing.
respectful amount of pda – likes holding your hand, putting his arm around you, playful kicks under the table, sneaking kisses when people aren’t fully paying attention. he likes sitting across from you at the table so he can admire your pretty face.
talks about you constantly and is guilty of oversharing with the boys (nothing too personal but enough to make you flustered and lightly punch his arm)
he can be a hot-headed idiot sometimes, but he’s your hot-headed idiot.
you always go to sleep cuddled into his chest and wake up to him completely sprawled out and upside down. he also snores and will play-wrestle you until you get out of bed.
shower sex almost every morning until you lose track of time and have to sprint down to breakfast together
sharing food. not even asking, just forking off each other’s plates.
on expeditions – he likes working together and keeping you in his sight, or at least knowing what you’re doing. when you have to split up, he busies himself with his current tasks and tells himself you’ll be waiting for him when it’s all over. it may be blind optimism, but it helps him from worrying too much and making any impulsive and reckless decisions.
you help each other relax after long days, whether it’s sex or a good back and shoulder massage.
while you have your own rooms, you always spend the night with each other. his things are scattered across your room and your things are all over his.
you have identical uniforms but he likes when you wear his jacket to dinner (he tried to wear yours to be funny but his shoulders are too big)
you have matching rings that you wear on chains around your neck
very equal power dynamics when it comes to domestic life – you love each other. you look out for each other. you take care of each other.
gamer bf jean always on discord with eren, yelling into his headset until your neighbors file a noise complaint
he can dress himself just fine but he likes when you help him pick out clothes and call him handsome
probably loves going hiking and camping, generally just active outdoor things
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SYNOPSIS ✰ your realm is softcore, his is hardcore— what happens when you take a step into his world? was the oh so feared eren yeager as bad as people say he is?
WARNINGS ✰ dark content, 18+, pornstar!au, very descriptive drug use (coke), bdsm, impact play, breath play, temperature play, (light) anal, bondage, degradation, overstimulation, forced orgasms, use of “daddy”, asshole eren, hints of sad boy eren(?), sex work, spit.
PAIRING ✰ eren yeager x female reader.
WC ✰ 11.3K
“Your co-star for this scene is going to be Eren Yeager.”
To an outsider, hearing that a rookie would be working with the top male performer in the industry sounds like a dream, a once in a lifetime deal that not a single soul would pass up. The kind of opportunity that comes once in a lifetime merely by luck. It all sounds perfect. This could potentially be the breakout moment that every newbie wishes for while they’re daydreaming with starry and distant eyes paired with a loopy smile plastered across their lips— clocked in at their day job. It makes sense, it does. So with that being said, you can’t blame anyone who would draw this conclusion from the given circumstances without a deeper context. On paper, you should’ve been over the moon with excitement and joy when your manager gave you the news, but in reality that wasn’t the case. Not in the slightest.
You were an adult actress, a pornstar if you will. The kinds of scenes you did never varied from softcore. In other words, your résumé had things like stripteases, lingerie modeling, and simulated sex. You liked to think of it as a very taboo form of art. All of your work was very visually pleasing as well as sexually arousing, having an emphasis on the beauty of the human body and the concept of sex itself— the sensuality and passion of the act. Everything contributed to the art: from the camera angles, to the lighting, to the set and even down to what lingerie set your stylist chose to put you in.
Having only a humble four months under your belt, you were fairly new to the porn industry. You weren’t completely unknown though, you managed to get quite a bit of attention from your scenes. You had a sweet look to you that many viewers called “refreshing.” Doe-like eyes, plump lips, and a smile that was sweeter than honey raked in a lot of new fans. They all found you genuine, not putting on this absurdly sexual persona solely for the camera-- and you weren’t. You were just simply being you and many found it very inviting, natural and enjoyable to watch. It felt a bit amateur like, having the realness of it all but still having a high production value.
Your most popular video was filmed with a good friend of yours named Jean. He was a fellow softcore actor, very handsome and as gentlemanly as they come— ranked at number 6. The chemistry between you two is what really made the video skyrocket in popularity. It also helped that you both were a dazzling pair, completely stunning together with chemistry that made you two look like a real couple. Through a mutual friend who had been throwing a party. From there you two hit it off, not realizing that you both actually did porn. Looking back you’re not sure how you didn’t put two and two together. Jean sat at number 6, you knew he looked way familiar and yet, everything went right over your head. Maybe it was the shots you were talked into that slowed your comprehension?
Jean was actually the one that put the thought in your head to venture out to different realms of pornography. He took you out for lunch a couple weeks back and brought it up so casually. You didn’t think much of it first but then you began to seriously consider it. Jean was pretty popular in both realms, maybe it would be good for your career to try something new. After all, a little risk can lead to success, right? Or something like that.
Now there you were; in your cozy apartment sat in the comfort of your own bed. Your phone was wedged between your ear and shoulder while on the phone with your manager who just told you who your new co-star was going to be.
“Eren Yeager?” You asked incredulously, putting a hold on painting your toenails. God, hearing that name made your heart skip a beat.
“Yes, (Name). This is really big for you!” Yelena exclaimed through the phone, hearing the excitement color her tone.
“I know but,” You sighed, twisting the top back on the white nail polish. “I think I might be having second thoughts..” You finished. The silence on the other end was louder than you would’ve liked.
“Is it because you’re venturing outside of your realm or the rumors?” She asks, earning her own silence from your line. You chewed on your bottom lip anxiously, not particularly looking at something but rather lost in thought as you looked off into the short distance in front of you. Yelena could hear the soft music in the background coming from what she assumed to be either an Alexa or a stereo in your room.
“..Both. This is all so overwhelming and happening too quickly.” You admit.
“I understand. I do, but Yeager’s agency specifically reached out to you when they saw your tweet. This isn’t something that just happens.” Yelena says.
Oh, right. Your tweet. A couple days beforehand you asked your followers who they would be interested in seeing you work with. You specified that it didn’t mind what genre, that they could go crazy— basically admitting that you were thinking about moving beyond softcore porn.
You got so many responses. Some varied from popular wlw actresses like Pieck and Hitch, to indie actors like Connie and Hange, to top tier actors with big names like Reiner Braun and Levi Ackerman. It was quite the melting pot, but however, there was an overwhelming response asking for one one man in particular.
“You and @.JaegerBombEnt would be hot together!”
“@.JaegerBombEnt! @ .JaegerBombEnt! @.JaegerBombEnt! ”
“I know you do softcore but didn’t you say you wanted to try something new? Regardless, @.JaegerBombEnt would destroy you.”
“I don’t think @.JaegerBombEnt has ever been with a girl as cute as you..”
“You always have a choice, (Name),” Yelena reassures, her voice calm and caring like always. “But please let me know if we’re accepting their offer or not before it's too late. Sleep on it, okay?” She finishes, her voice with not a single ounce of frustration or indication that she was upset. You were so grateful for her. Yelena never pressured you into things you weren’t comfortable with, your feelings and opinions always mattered. You’ve heard the horror stories about other actors and their managers, you were glad you met Yelena when you did, especially being a rookie. Yelena welcomed you with open arms and now here you were, second guessing the opportunity of a lifetime and she wasn’t upset with you.
“Okay.” You sigh, wiggling your toes admiring your work.
“I’ll check in tomorrow. Try to get a good night’s rest.” Yelena signs off.
“You too, Lena.” You say before hearing the dial tone, signaling that the call was over.
You let out an exasperated sigh, letting your body flop back down onto the bed against the fluffy pillows behind you. Your phone fell out of your hand, now laying somewhere idle on the bed beside you. You stared up at the ceiling, your mind wandering to him.
Eren Yeager. Eren Yeager. Where do you even begin when addressing the insanely attractive green-eyed man? For starters he was the top male talent in the business. You can bring up the topic of success in the industry without bringing up his name. Eren was the pinnacle of good looks. Standing at just over six foot, not only was his body incredibly ripped and lean, but he had one of the prettiest faces along with it. Beautiful green eyes, plump lips and brunette hair that was reminiscent of a Hershey’s chocolate bar in color. His toned arms and torso were covered in stylistic tattoos spaced out with purpose, all differing in sizes— his body closely resembled an artist’s sketchbook. He also wore a hoop nose ring in his right nostril, a silver ball in the center of his tongue and almost always styled his long locks in a low messy bun. Eren Yeager was a sight for sore eyes.
Yeah, he looked like the perfect man. The kind of man every good girl fantasizes about— you know, the bad boy type. The man you wouldn’t even consider to bring home to your parents knowing they wouldn’t approve of his aloof attitude and sultry look. The man you sneak through your windows in the late hours of the night trying your hardest to keep the moans and whimpers of his name at a minimum because everyone in the house is asleep. Hm, the kind of guy that introduces you to liquor and drugs like marijuana and ecstasy, and you’re swooning over the fact that he took care of you so well even when he was just as fucked up, Yeah, the best way to put it is that he looked like a fucking fantasy.
You couldn’t help but to let your mind run off into more anxious territories, you were worried— you’ve heard the rumors surrounding Yeager. The borderline horror stories told by former employees under his company and ex co-stars he formerly worked with on scenes. The lengthy threads about the man on twitter and the various Instagram lives of people ranting about their experiences with Eren. There was no way that it was all hearsay, the possibility was that actually being true was little to none. That the thing that worried you the most-- the fact that some of it had to be true.
Eren didn’t have the best reputation. Actually, he had the worst amongst all the popular adult actors, and it was ironic since he’s still sitting at the number one rank— he was unmoving. Eren always seemed to be in scandal after scandal, with many questionable articles about him every other week on news blogs, twitter, and other major social media. It never failed, it was like clockwork usually having reoccurring headlines that essentially made out him to be the biggest asshole in existence.
In a way, you almost felt bad. You’ve never met this man before, only hearing other people’s stories, and you already had these assumptions about him. It wasn’t fair to him. You were big on giving everyone a fair chance before deciding your opinions and feelings about them. You literally have the opportunity of a lifetime right in your hands to do so. Were you really going to give this up because you were… intimidated?
You nursed your bottom lip in between your teeth with a gentle pressure once an idea popped into your head. You sat up quickly and grabbed the laptop sitting atop of your bedside table, opening the device to type in your password. Your fingers worked without any hesitation as it’s become second nature to you, opening your private browser and typing the URL JaegerBombEnt.com. Your heart skipped a beat when you were met with the website’s initial interface. Before entering you were met with a popup message asking to verify whether you were 18 years or older. You clicked yes and was prompted to the official site.
The whole theme of the site was based on his trademark colors, red, black and silver. Those were the colors featured in his logo and opening intro to every single of his videos. Everything looked so clean, concise and professional, but you didn’t expect anything less from the top male talent in the business right now. Everything was very aesthetically pleasing, something that you appreciated very much.
You clicked the drop down menu in the corner of the screen and saw a few different options: About Jaeger, Videos, Talent and Contact Us. Out of curiosity, you went to his about page first. It took a second before you were met with all his stats.
Real Name: Eren Yeager.
Weight: 160 lbs.
Endowment: 9 inches.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual.
Turn Ons: BDSM & cute faces.
Turn Offs: Liars.
“Nine inches-- Christ.” You murmured to yourself quietly. The biggest you’ve ever had was seven. That was Jean and even then you struggled to take it all. Eren was an absolute beast of a man.
You spent the next thirty minutes or so skimming through his content, your tummy doing flips seeing just how fucking kinky he was. Eren seemed to have a special liking to the S and M in BDSM. Humiliation, using hot wax, whips and impact play, clothespins, degradation that was borderline verbal abuse. That was only the tip of the iceberg. His co-stars had a track record of not being able to finish scenes with him. Many claimed that it was “too much,” that he was a ruthless and soulless shell when the camera began to roll. They claimed that he was a “sick freak” and “mentally ill” for how far he goes. There were plenty of videos where the scene at hand abruptly ends with a cut, followed by the outro.
The more you scrolled through you saw that he also had a few solo videos published, but one video in particular caught your eye. The thumbnail was different from the rest, instead of a professional photo taken for the specific video in question, it was rather a screencap. You dragged your finger across the mousepad, clicking the link.
You took note that this particular video had been filmed by himself, maybe on his phone’s camera? The quality was significantly different, not bad per say, but more amateurish. Eren looked like he was in the comfort of his own bed. The bed sheets, blankets and pillows beneath him looked pristinely white and soft against him and the way his camera was set, you could clearly see the large window on the other side of the room. The lighting from the outside silhouetting his body so tastefully for the camera. The sky was pretty, the blue and pink hues from above mixing in with the city’s atmospheric haze.
Eren was shirtless. All his tattoos on display, his hair falling effortlessly pretty down his shoulders while he palmed himself through the fitted black jeans he was wearing. He bit his bottom softly, silencing his groans as his large hands continued to massage and grab at himself through the thick material of his pants. His eyes never leaving his erection growing painfully against his jeans. There was really no rush or sense of urgency as his hands unbuckled his belt, then pulling his cock from the confines of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
God, he was massive. You felt a familiar tingling between your legs upon seeing him in all his glory. His cock looked angry, flushed a blush red at the tip and prominent veins running alongside of his shaft. He was already beading precum when his fist wrapped around the base of his cock, slapping it heavy against the palm of his other hand.
“I’m so fucking hard,” Eren groans out, his voice the perfect mix of baritone and velvet.
“Been thinking about fucking my hand all day.” He admits, his pointer finger rubbing circular motions around the head of his dick before pulling it away softly. A thin and clear string connecting from his digit to his thick cock.
Eren brings his hand to his lips to spit into it, coating his shaft in his warm lubricant. He lets out a breathy sigh once his hand wraps tightly around his cock, beginning to give himself long and languid strokes. He was really milking this-- really relishing himself and the pleasure. It was so fucking hot to watch. You knew what kind of content he did, but it had been a while since you’ve seen something of his-- but holy shit, you don’t remember him being quite this attractive.
As the video played on, his fist began to gradually pick up in pace until he was outright fucking his hips up into his hands, both overlapped and wrapped tightly around his shaft while his pelvis snapped up into the hole like a makeshift fleshlight. You could see that there was a thin layer of sweat coating his skin, reflecting off of the lighting coming in from the large window. Eren had stray strands of hair framing the front of his face, with every huff and moan the chocolate strands blew against his breaths. His breathing was beginning to pick up, his abs expanding and contracting with every inhale and exhale.
“Oh my fucking god, ‘m gonna cum-” Eren grunts. “I wanna fill someone’s hole up, wanna fill someone up so bad- fuck,”
Eren’s entire body tensed, his hands being the only things still moving-- still at their relentless pace. A small smile on his parted lips while his eyes shut tightly in raw pleasure. His head lolled back into his pillows and soon thick white ropes shot from his cock landing on his stomach, chest, and pants. The contrast between his milky white seed against his black jeans and dark tattoos was so prominent. Eren’s hands stilled, his cum running down his hands almost in slow motion. He lifted his head, peering down at the mess he had just made with lidded eyes. He almost looked like he wanted to be annoyed but the aftershocks of his orgasms were still hitting in waves.
“Shit, I was planning to wear these later.” Eren murmured, his attention turning to the camera beside his thigh before reaching over to shut the device off with a tired smirk.
You were soaking.
You grabbed your phone and quickly swiped up as your facial recognition registered your face. Your eyes shifted to the time at the top of your phone screen— 2 AM. Yelena was definitely asleep right now but at least she’d wake up and see your message first thing in the morning. As your fingers tapped at your screen, you kept asking yourself: ‘There’s nothing wrong with a little risk, right?’
“Hey, I know you’re asleep but.. I’m gonna take the offer.”
Three soft knocks sounded on your dressing room door.
“Excuse me? Miss (Name)?” A gentle voice called from behind the door. Your eyes never left the script in front of you, trying to soak in every single line before it was too late. Granted, you got the script days ago, but you could never be too sure. It’s always better to be safe than sorry, especially on a day like this.
“Come in!” You announce, eyes shifting from the script in front in your manicured hands into the mirror, your vision focusing on the attractive blonde man poking his head in your dressing room.
“Oh, hi. Come in, can I help you?” You smiled sweetly, turning your upper body around in your chair to look at him properly. The blond stepped into the room fully, taking a few strides towards you with his hand out.
“It’s nice to finally meet you! I’m Armin, Eren’s manager.” He said, an inviting smile on his lips.
“Ah, it’s great to put a face to the name,” And a pretty face it was. “Hi, Mr. Arlert.” You greet and place your hand into his noticing that it was notably soft.
“You can call me Armin. Hah, it’s fine, really.” He says.
“Okay, Armin.” You correct yourself. “What brings you here?” You ask, both of your hands pulling away from each other.
“If you don’t mind following me? Eren would like to speak with you before we start shooting for the day.” Armin says and you suddenly feel your heart fall into the pit of your stomach.
It felt like reality was finally catching up to you once his words registered with your ears. Nothing really clicked with you that morning. It felt like a normal day of shooting-- you woke up upon hearing your alarm, approximately three hours before you had to show up on set. You managed your time by answering emails, responding to DMs, and having a light breakfast that consisted of a fruit salad and a glass of orange juice. You enjoyed your extensive bath, your mind as clear as day as you rubbed the essential oils into your smooth skin. The car ride to set was peachy too, even up to the point where your makeup artist and hair stylist were working on your look— nothing registered with you until now.
You were watching Armin’s lips move but his words fell silent to your ears. The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat and a high pitched ringing that felt like it was coming from your eardrums. God, you felt sick to your stomach. This was really happening, you were about to film your first scene with Eren Yeager-- an attractive man feared and disliked-- hated even, by so many. What if he didn’t like you? What if he really was this massive douchebag people say he is? God, what if-
“Miss (Name)?” Armin called for you, ultimately pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Gosh, sorry-” You flushed. “You can call me (Name).” You say, earning a small chuckle from him.
“Uhm, care to follow me?” He beckons his head to the door.
“Sure- sure! Yeah, let’s go.” Your voice sounded cheerful but on the inside, you were well on your way to a panic attack.
You followed closely behind Armin, the both of you heading out of your dressing room and making your way down the bustling hallways of the studio. Your heart was pounding against your chest and ribcage the closer you both got to his dressing room. Your mind running in circles while your clammy hands and together your short silk robe. The material felt nice against your skin, cool and soft— somewhat calming your nerves in a way. Armin has been through this too many times to count, he could feel the nerves emitting from you. He didn’t blame you, it made perfect sense that you were anxious about everything going on. He would be too if he was in your position, a sweet rookie like yourself working with the top dog whose reputation was dirt. Not only that, this was going to be your first time shooting for BDSM after only doing vanilla for so long— you had a lot on your plate today and quite frankly Armin had a lot of respect for you. Some don’t even make it this far.
Armin’s walking finally comes to a halt upon getting to a certain door, knuckles knocked three times on the door.
“Eren, she’s here.” The blue eyed blond announces through the door before turning his attention back towards you.
“Go right in, he’s already expecting you.” Armin says, a weak smile on his lips. All you can do is nod, giving him a silent thank you before you watch him walk away in the other direction down the hallway, eventually disappearing once he turns a corner. You let out a deep and shaky breath before twisting the silver knob to push the door open.
You were met with the man you’ve heard so much about-- the man who you've only seen through a computer screen for so long, sitting in one of the two couches facing each other, midway through snorting a line of a white powdery substance.
“What the fuck did I say-” Eren began only to stop himself mid sentence upon realizing that it wasn’t who he thought it was, he face softening when he realizes that it was you.
“Oh, come in. Sit.” He ushers you over with a lazy hand. You quickly closed the door behind you and gingerly made your way over to him. His eyes never left your frame as you sat yourself right on the leather couch in front of him. You didn’t make eye contact, which was probably a terrible first impression but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it— not yet. Your head was down slightly, your hair framing your face while your eyes were locked on your twiddling fingers placed in your lap. Jesus, you could feel him staring a hole into you causing an unpleasant heat that burned dull on your cheeks and the tips of your ears.
On Eren’s end, his initial impression was he thought you were really fucking cute. Even cuter in person. He was quite the fan of yours, believe it or not. Why else would he have his people reach out to you? No offense, but he wouldn’t have gained much traction from working with you, he was already at the top. If anything he was doing you a favor, but really, Eren was doing this because he wanted to. He almost wished you didn’t walk on him like this, almost. To be honest, he stopped giving a fuck a long time ago.
There was a glass coffee table separating the two of you as you sat on different sofas. Your eyes couldn’t help but to wander to the table in front of you. Specifically to the small square mirror with two white lines on it, his credit card and a rolled up $100 dollar bill not too far from it. Your brows furrowed-- it wasn’t in anger or frustration. It was more so in worry. You weren’t dumb, you’ve been around the drug before— it was nearly impossible to not come into contact with the substance being in this industry. You didn’t like it, but you didn’t judge those who did.
Eren noticed your eyes, quickly stopping you from further judgement.
“Don’t look at this, look away.” He softly juts out his chin to the opposite direction of you. Oddly enough, his voice and words felt nurturing. He knows he shouldn’t be putting this stuff in his body, he knows and he doesn’t want you to watch him do it either. Regardless, you obeyed his wishes, giving him his privacy to do what he needed.
“I don’t do this shit often but everyone’s been fucking insufferable today. I can’t take it.” He adds.
You stayed silent, taking this time to take in your surroundings. His dressing room was really nice. Overall the room was dim in lighting and smelled of expensive cologne, though, that could’ve been him. The walls deep red in color, paintings hang up strategically on the walls, and large vanity mirrors on the wall lined with lightbulbs. It wasn’t silent either, soft music played from the stereo what you recognized to be Lucid Dreams by Juice WRLD.
“You left me falling and landing inside my grave,
I know that you want me dead,
I take prescriptions to make me feel a-okay,”
Eren’s voice was gentle to your ears hearing him sing along softly to the lyrics playing from the stereo. It was quite contradictory from his actions, doing something seemingly harmless like singing along to a song as if he’s not doing lines right in front of you. A few quiet moments went by as you sat in silence, your mind running rampant about so many things. Honestly your thoughts were drowning out the music and the soft sounds coming from Eren-- the tapping and sniffing.
It wasn’t until Eren whistled at you (not even attempting to call you by your name), that you were pulled out of your head. The sound made you turn your attention to him, the irritated look your features wore softened once your eyes landed on his face. He was truly a gorgeous man, the cameras didn’t do him justice. His hair was down much like the video you watched a few nights ago. Him being dressed in black seemed to make his eyes appear even greener than what they were.
“Thank you for agreeing to shoot with me.” He says in a very matter of fact tone.
“Oh, it’s no problem, thank you for having me.” You replied, a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips. It was quite for a moment, the silence making you fidget in your seat. Eren caught it.
“You look nervous.” Eren states. He almost looks— amused, like he wants to smirk but he’s holding back.
“Well, I am..” You mumble, your gaze falling back to your hands.
“Why?” The question was such a simple one on the surface, but it made you look at him like a deer caught in headlights. How were you supposed to answer that without offending him? Maybe you could tip toe around your answer, but you didn’t want to lie.
“It’s alright,” He chuckles leaning back on the couch. His thick thighs spread while his arms are resting on the back of the sofa. He finds your reaction cute. He knows exactly why you’re nervous to be in his presence. Eren is very self aware, he just wanted to see how you would react and it was satisfactory. “You don’t have to answer that.”
“You like what you do?” Eren asks, your brows furrowing once more at the question. He has to be fucking with you again, but his silence says otherwise.
“That’s a loaded question, you of all people should know that..” You say softly, peering up at him through the false lashes that sat pretty on your eyes. “Do you?” You ask and he shrugs before replying. His deadpan and nonchalant attitude showing.
“It pays the bills.” Eren replies. “So I can’t really complain, now can I?”
There was a short silence, the both of you looking at each other-- reality really settling with the both of you.
“Do you want me to go easy on you?”
“No, I can take what you give me.”
You were at Eren’s feet as he sat in a Victorian style sofa chair. Your feet were tucked under you, hands folded politely in your lap while your eyes looked up at the brunette in anticipation. Your soft body was dressed in a frilly yellow lingerie set-- the color complimenting your skin so well. Under the fluorescent stage lighting, you could visibly see your most intimate parts through the thin threaded material. It was merely decoration for the camera. If you were the present, the lingerie was the bow-- making everything a little more sweeter. The garter belt attaching to your white lace thigh high stockings pressed gently into your plush thighs causing the cutest muffin effect as you sat.
Your neck, that beautiful neck of yours sported a thick black collar with a silver chained leash attached to the D-ring in the center. It was quite the contrast so how soft and delicate looking your attire was.
Bare, small, submissive, are all words that described what you felt like in Eren’s presence right now. He was fully clothed, dressed in black slacks, expensive dress shoes and a white button down shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. The first few buttons at the top had been unbuttoned, exposing his defined collarbones and toned chest. His hair now back in a messy bun, stray stands framing his face.
Eren leaned over in the chair, his elbows now resting on his knees as he’s face to face with you.
“Are you excited?” He asks, his so velvety against his tongue as he spoke. You nod as he brings hands up to your face, one cupping the back of your neck firmly while the other holds your jaw. The eye contact he was holding with you was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. His green eyes were so fucking intense, you were almost certain he could read your thoughts. Eren smiles at you, a genuine smile before his eyes revert to your lips. He wondered if you wore this cherry red lipstick on purpose. It almost tickled him knowing that his fat cock was going to be the reason why these plump lips your makeup artist took so long are on look a fucking disaster within the next few minutes.
Eren places his thumb on the corner of your mouth, dragging it against your bottom lip ultimately smearing your lipstick. His eyes flicker back to yours and he can feel his cock twitch in his pants. He’s so enamored with how pretty you look right in this moment. You have a different kind of beauty but it’s beauty nonetheless. He can see the fascination, wonder and excitement twinkling in your eyes, something he admittedly hasn’t seen, dare he say, in ever. This is you right now. You’re not acting, you don’t have on a persona, you’re not acting for the camera. You’re just being you and Eren found it fucking gorgeous. Fuck the script, this was just going to be you and him filming for the camera.
“You’re a fucking gem.” Eren whispers. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” He says, eyes still locked onto yours.
“That’s not in the script.” You thought as you tried your best to not let the hesitation show on your face. You had to keep it professional for the camera. It's okay to completely go off the script sometimes, right? Maybe he forgot his lines. That’s what you’re telling yourself at least.
“And what do we say to compliments?” He asks,
“Thank you.” You reply, but you’re not expecting a hard strike to the cheek from the palm of his hand. Your head now turned at the side from the force of his hand. You can already feel tears stinging at your eyes but you couldn’t cry yet, not so early on.
“Say sorry.” Eren orders.
“I’m sorry.” You whimper, the sting still ringing throughout the skin on your cheek.
“Hm,” He chuckles in an almost condescending way. “Very obedient, aren’t we?” He tilts his head, a sickeningly sweet smile on his lips as he looks at you.
“Do you trust me?” He asks, one of his hands finding the leash around your neck, wrapping the chain around his knuckles slowly.
“Yes.” You reply without hesitation.
“Yes, what?” He tugs harshly on the leash causing you to nearly fall over face first in his crotch. This isn’t scripted, Eren is just having fun at this point. He really wants to see how you’re going to address him.
“Yes- yes daddy!” You yelped, your cheeks burning with embarrassment realizing exactly what you had just said. Eren chuckled, daddy huh? Alright. He could work with it, he’ll be your daddy but not before he teased you about it.
“Daddy? You know that’s fucking gross, right?” Eren teases in a harsh tone. “What? Daddy didn’t give you enough attention at home?” He continues to dig into you, your face burning in humiliation as you’re suddenly more aware of everyone’s presence on the set.
“That’s alright. You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” Eren asks with a nod, almost like he’s answering for you. You mirror his motions with a mindless nod to your head.
“Use your words, you’re a big girl.”
“Yes, I will! I’ll be really good-” You begin to babble but he stops you with a firm hold on your jaw, your lips puckering slightly from the pressure of his hand.
Fuck, he’s so pretty looking down on you like this. You can already feel yourself leaking and he’s only degraded you in a way no man has ever. You know that once you stand there’s going to be a wet patch at the seat of your panties, you could already feel the coolness of the spot from the air conditioner wisping between your thighs.
“Open.” He says and you as ordered. You watch his teeth graze his bottom lip before they purse and there’s a warm glob of spit sitting in your mouth.
“Hold that for me.” Eren smiles.
“Cut!” The director yells, pulling everyone’s attention including yours and Eren’s. You’re suddenly looking at all the camera crew, the makeup artists and support on the other side of the room.
“Yeager, stick to the script!” The director says, he looks extremely frustrated as he slaps his hand against the clipboard in his other.
“The script fucking blows. We’re not doing it.” Eren says, earning a few chuckles from the others. His bluntness surprised you but it seemed to be a normal occurrence to everyone else.
“Make sure you keep that part in so they know this shit is real.” Eren adds before standing up from his seat on the sofa, unbuckling his belt.
“Alright, do what you want. It ought to be better than this damn masterpiece.” The older man mumbles before sitting back down in his chair, his hand over his mouth as he slouched back into his seat. “Action!”
By now Eren’s attention was already back on you, looking down at you with hungry eyes. It was impossible to miss the outline of his cock as it was angrily pressed against his slacks. Your heartbeat was pounding against your chest when his nimble fingers began to unbutton his slacks then pulling down the zipper. The entire time his eyes never left yours, his hand going into his boxer briefs to pull out his hard cock. It stood at attention, bobbing under its own weight while the head was drolly with precum. Your mouth was watering but you knew in the back of your mind that was no way he was fitting all that down your throat. Your hands were making fists on his trousers while you chewed at your bottom lip, waiting— just waiting for him to do anything.
Eren grabbed his cock by the base, lightly slapping his shaft against your cheeks and lips, he was liking the way your face scrunched up cutely upon the contact. Gentle slapping sounded every time his heavy cock bounced on your soft cheeks.
“Say ah,” Eren’s pointer, middle and ring fingers are soon shoved all in mouth, forcing them down your throat as far as they could go-- finger fucking your mouth. You felt your throat clenching then releasing every time he shoved them further, your eyes watering rolling to the back of your head at the unpleasant feeling of heaving.
“Good fuckin’ girl. Yeah, gag on ‘em.. So pretty.” He coos sweetly while you struggle to take his fingers. His hand is wrapped around his cock, rubbing at a leisurely pace. It felt good, but not as good as your lips were going to feel wrapped around him. He made sure to pull and twist at your tongue, eliciting an incoherent whine from you.
Eren replaced his fingers with his cock, placing the tip at your smeared red lips earning a tiny kiss and a soft kitten lick from you. His hand found the top of your head as your tongue gave the underside of his shaft a long stripe up. Your wet and warm muscle flattened out to get as much coverage as you could. You could feel the ridges from the veins on his shaft massage your tongue as you made your way up— swirling the tip of your tongue around his flushed head. Eren sucked in a sharp breath when you finally took him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down trying your best to take him whole.
Your attempt was cute, he loved seeing your pretty lips take him as much as you could. In no means were you doing bad, but he needed more. You were in his world after all and what better welcome than to fuck your face?
Eren took off his belt. The leather sliding through every belt loop with ease and a soft clink of metal. He wrapped both ends around his knuckles twice before placing the thick strap behind your neck— pulling hard on both sides to force your mouth down on his cock fully. The second he hit the back of your throat, your hands flew to his pelvis, clawing into the sliver of exposed skin showing on his hipline as his cock made the deepest parts of your throat its new home. Eren could feel your throat contracting tightly around him as you retched.
“If you throw up on my dick, I swear to god I’ll fuck you up.” He gritted through his teeth, his hips beginning to slam into your abused mouth. The sounds coming from you were sickening: whining, gagging and choked sobs while your eyes pricked with tears. You were doing your best really, attempting to breathe through your nose but you couldn’t even catch your breath from how rough and relentless his pace was. The grip Eren had on his belt got tighter, so much so that he was losing blood circulation in his hands-- his fingertip turning red and losing their feeling.
“Holy shit,” Eren groaned, watching himself disappear into your mouth with every single thrust— his balls were slapping hard against your chin. The belt in hand was soon discarded and tossed somewhere off to the side.
Eren grabbed the base of his shaft to quickly remove himself from your lips-- you immediately began gasping for air, cough and sputtering a mixture of spit and precum. God, you were so messy and Eren loved it.
“So messy,” Eren teases, prodding his cock back up to your mouth. He’s almost rubbing himself against your lips like he’s applying lip gloss.
“Wanna make daddy cum?” He asks, a smile decorating his lips as he looked down on you. You already looked fucked out and you had two more scenes to go. Your lipstick was smeared awfully-- some of it even coloring his dick red, eyeliner was streaming down your cheeks due to your tears, and your lashes were barely hanging on.
“Yes, please.” You knew that you sounded really pathetic right now begging for him.
“Yeah?” Another harsh slap connects with your face.
“Fuck-! Yes daddy!” You plead.
“Mm, I know you,” Eren chuckles, “Because you’re my bitch.”
Eren has a firm hand on the back of your neck as his hips slam into your face. He’s in complete ecstasy, his brows furrowed and eyes shut tightly while he’s telling you the filthiest things you’ve ever heard in your life. How he was going to fill your throat up with so much cum that you’d be tasting him for the next month and how you won’t be able to speak for weeks after he’s done using your mouth. It all went straight to your cunt, you were beyond soaked. The lacey material of your panties has done nothing but make it even more obvious that you were ruining them. You felt your slick down your thighs. You’re still struggling but you’re doing better, that is until you feel your nose being clamped by two of his fingers— and now, you genuinely can’t breath.
“What’s the matter? Can’t breathe?” The faux concern coming from his tone was so patronizing.
“Only good girls who let me use their throat as my cum dump get that privilege.” Eren says.
You knew he was close from the way his thighs began to twitch and how his hips began to sputter in rhythm. Eren kept chanting ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ as he continued his pounding on your poor mouth. He found your expression priceless as you were on the verge of passing out. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your skull just letting him use you. He had to give it to you, he was impressed with how well you were handling him and his roughness. This whole time he’s been cautious, always looking for your nonverbal safeword— the three taps to his leg but he was never met with them. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen to your brain, but you were enjoying yourself despite you feeling lightheaded. You trusted Eren, despite all the rumors and he sensed that. He appreciated it as a dom. Usually he had to be high to film, finding that this industry was sucking the life out of him, but with you it was different.
The familiar knot in the pit of Eren’s stomach was beginning to uncoil. He wasn’t stupid, timing was everything and with that his hips stilled-- your nose buried in his pubic hair while he unloaded his cum down into your throat with a loud groan. The sensation of his warm liquid trickling down almost tickled. It felt like he came in buckets, constantly pumping his nut into your stomach.
Eren grabbed a handful of your hair to pull you off of him, his cock hanging heavy between his thighs. You’re still catching your breath when he gives you a pat on the head when the director yells cut.
“You handled yourself pretty well, I’m impressed.” He says and for some reason, that makes you really happy.
The rough material of the beige twine ropes was digging into your soft skin so deliciously— tight enough to cause slight discomfort but not enough to hurt. The entire time Eren handled you with care, asking if things were too tight or too loose as the rope began to form intricate shapes against your nude torso. Soon your calves were touching the back of your thighs and your arms tied behind your back, the thick ropes holding you together in this unnatural position like glue as you laid on your back, completely immobile. The silk sheets underneath you felt so cool against your flushed skin. Your sight locked on the various toys beside your body: a small tube of lube, a wand, a glass dildo that looked way smaller than Eren, and a silver buttplug with a sparkling jewel decorating the end. There’s a nightstand next to the bed with a skinny red candle, a lighter and a small bucket of ice. The brunette wanted to take his time with you— your body was a toy right now and he wanted to play with it, especially with you all tied up and pretty like this. All for him. It was your first time doing bondage, he wanted to go all out for you.
Eren stood next to the bed with a long black whip in hand very reminiscent of the belt he used earlier. He was still dressed in his business casual outfit, only this time you were the one completely nude. You looked helpless laying there, looking up at him with pleading eyes. To Eren, it felt like your body was just begging for it and he was more than happy to give you what you needed-- no, what you deserved. Without warning, Eren landed a hard smack right across your tits with the leather. You cried out in pain, your skin was flaring up in irritation almost immediately.
“Say thank you.” Eren says, whipping your chest again with a simple flick of his wrist.
“T-thank you-!” You sputter out, the blood under your skin rising to create a deep shade of red.
“What was that?” He asked, this time landing his hit on your inner thigh.
“‘M sorry- Thank you, daddy.” You corrected yourself but it didn’t seem to matter because you were met with several more whips after that until you were beet red. All his hits varied in different places: your chest, stomach, and thighs. Your entire body was stinging and on fire at this point.
Eren was soon at the foot of the bed, grabbing a hold of your thighs to drag you down closer to him— your ass almost hanging off the edge of the bed. He wasted little time getting on his knees, his green eyes locked on your neglected cunt. The bondage had you spread out real nice for him, your glistening pussy on full display for him. He was staring and it made you squirm as you were starting to feel self conscious under his gaze. But fuck, he couldn’t help it. You glistened so beautifully under the studio lighting, your clit almost an angry red in color while you visibly clenched around nothing. Eren couldn’t wait to fuck you stupid, his cock was rock hard already. He had virtually no refractory period. Eren took two of his fingers and spread your labia open, almost mewling in the way that your slick connected from lip to lip. You were impossibly wet.
“Look at this pretty cunt,” Eren marveled, taking his free hand to ghost tiny circles around your clit.
“P-please, I need..” You trailed off.
“What do you need from me, pumpkin?” He slides a single finger into your throbbing hole, pumping it slowly as he watched your little fried brain try to piece together a sentence from in between your legs.
“Anything, ‘wanna cum real bad, daddy.” You whimpered, feeling his finger curl slightly to hit that spongy part deep inside of you. You swore you would have come then and there but he removed the digit from you. Of course, you whined in frustration at the lost earning yourself a raised brow from Eren. He didn’t seem to appreciate that and gave your cunt a slap hard enough to hard, most of the impact went straight to your clit absorbing the impact.
“Don’t go bratty on me now. You were being so good to me, ‘would hate to punish you.” Eren chastised. He’s not looking at you, but instead grabbing for the lube and butt plug on the bed beside you.
“I don’t even get a sorry? Do you even deserve to cum?” His words make your heart drop because you know he’s not fucking with you. Eren doesn’t even notice you panic, he’s too busy opening up the tube and squirting a generous amount into his fingertips.
“‘M so sorry- so sorry, please-!” Your words are cut off by a sharp inhale when an unfamiliar coolness touches your tightest hole. Eren is prodding a fingertip at your ass, the intrusion not going past his first knuckle. He’s gauging your reaction. He knows you’ve never done anal before, but you did say you were open to anything, signed the contract and everything-- and that’s what he was doing.
“No, not there..” You whine, face burning in embarrassment.
“Why not? You a cute little ass, let me make it real pretty for the camera.” Eren clicks his tongue, head beckoning over to the camera crew filming.
“Don’t you wanna be my prettiest whore?” He asks. “Hm?” His finger is at the second knuckle now.
“Yes! Yes, I do-!” You yelped as his digit finally bottomed out.
His finger felt really foreign inside of you. There was an odd pressure you’ve only ever felt maybe one or twice in your free time. It was oddly satisfying the more he pumped in and out of you. Once Eren felt like you got used to one finger, he added another, a desperate mewl escaping your lips. Even though your right ring was slick with lube, the stretch still stung. Eren’s finger scissored, twisted and pumped into you with languid motions. To be frank, the way your ass squeezed around his fingers was making his cock twitch. He knew he was leaking, he could feel the wet spot. Eren wasn’t planning on full anal today, but he might just have to fuck this tight little hole with how it was making his cock jump. He’ll think about, right now though, you’re ready to take this plug up your ass. He pulled his digits from you, taking the plug and lathering the shiny silver with the lubricant before placing it back to your puckering hole.
“It's probably gonna,” Eren started, the toy pushing into your ass. “-hurt a little.” He finishes when he hears you nearly wail once the widest part of the toy stretches you out. The rest was easy to take, or at least Eren thought so. The worst way over, now he was watching you shrink back around the smallest part of the plug— the pink jewel sitting between your plump cheeks cutely. Eren gave you a soft pat on the side of your thigh before standing and making his way to the side of the bed where the nightstand was.
You watched anxiously as he seemed to be starting with the ice first. He picked up the first cube that sat on top of the pile with a mini metal tong before he turned his attention back to you. You bit your bottom lip as he brought the cube up to one of your nipples— inhaling sharply as the coldness of the cube came into contact with your sensitive bub, hardening it even further. Eren took his free hand to give attention to your other breast, massaging and tugging at your other buds with his relatively warm hand. He alternated between your breasts with the ice before he began to make his way to other territories. The coolness felt amazing against your skin due to the previous whips that left you on fire. The ice traced the insides of the shapes on your torso before he went to your thighs and finally your cunt that had been on fire ever since you began filming.
Eren slipped the ice past your lips, rubbing it gently on your throbbing clit. The sensation was something you’ve never felt before having never experimented at all with temperature play until now. It was making your head spin, you swore you could feel the heat from your pussy melt the ice upon contact. Eren found your squirming and whimpering cute when he held the ice on your clit a little too long, to the point where it was beginning to burn. Your little sigh of relief when he let up tickled him. Some parts of your body felt nearly numb from the frozen cube, yet you found yourself missing the feeling when he stopped.
Next was the heat, his hands replacing the ice with the candle and lighter. Eren started the flame and held it to the wic of the candle until it was lit, placing the lighter back on the nightstand before turning his attention back to you. He’s holding the flame dangerously close to your skin, it almost hurts but he’s dragging the flame along parts of your body so fast you can’t really register if it actually does burn or not. Right now it feels pleasurable, especially coming off of the ice Eren just put on you. The only way you can describe the feeling is if a bunch of tiny suns begin kissing your body all over. When it feels like it’s beginning to hurt, it disappears into thin air only for the sensation to return immediately to another spot, following the trail of Eren’s doing.
It wasn’t until you felt a hot sting drip against your nipple that you whimpered out at the discomfort. Eren smiled upon seeing the hot substance begin to decorate your skin, taking the time to make a heart shape around your areola. Drip after drip settling onto your flesh as liquid and soon drying back to it’s hardened wax state due to the drop in temperature. Your head was spinning feeling yourself becoming drunk on the feeling of the wax burn your skin. The drops were making their way down your body, drizzling past your torso and landing on the insides of your thighs— some dropping dangerously close to your pussy causing you to close your thighs on instinct. You should have known better because if looks could kill, you’d be six feet under. Eren didn’t say anything, only forcing your knees apart with ease before he settled between your thighs. His fingers in one hand held your pussy open in a V-shape, while the other held the candle at an angle right above it. You watched with furrowed brows as the wax began to form beads under the flame.
“This is your second time, pumpkin. I was being nice the first time.” It was obvious that he was mocking you, his tone along with the smile on his lips gave it all away. It felt like everything was in slow motion as your eyes were locked in on tiny beads of wax drizzling the length of the thin candle. With one simple flick, about four drops of hot wax landed on your cunt— one even making a perfect bullseye onto your sensitive clit.
“Fuck!” You screamed out in agony, eyes shut tight as you squirmed under his gaze. Your hands were behind your back were digging into your own flesh as well as the bedsheets underneath you.
You didn’t even have enough time to recover before you felt something cold and hard on your weeping entrance, slipping between your labia with ease due to your wetness and the added lube. When you opened your eyes, you looked in between your legs and was met with the sight of Eren pushing that same glass dildo into you. The coolness felt so incredibly soothing. Eren really knew what he was doing, there was a pattern— pain, pain, pleasure. Maybe it wasn’t always in that pattern, but it was a never ending cycle and left you wanting more.
Eren pushed the dildo into your sopping cunt, eliciting a loud mewl from you. Right off the bat, the toy was coaxing you into your first orgasm. He pushed the dildo into you with quick speed angling it so that it was hitting a particular deep within you and was making you see stars. You were a little taken back at just how fast you came, your walls tightening around the toy as your high took over your body. Your whole body wracked as you cried out Eren’s title, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he didn’t stop. He kept pumping the toy into you at an even harsher pace.
You couldn’t comprehend the intensity as you felt his warm tongue begin to flick at your sensitive slit, soon making out with your pussy with such passion you would think he’s in love. Eren was only thinking about how you tasted remarkably sweet while you were babbling for him to stop, to slow down, for a fucking break. It felt so good, too good— so much so that it was painful. With his lips attached to you plus the toy still working in and out of you another high was forming a ball in your core quick. Eren’s incisors gently nipped at your clit a couple times before sending you over the edge for the second time within five minutes. You were starting to see white spots, choked sobs coming from the back of your throat as your high washed over your body in a giant wave. It felt like a dull tear ripping through your lower half, spreading like a wildfire throughout the rest of your body.
“No- no more,” Your voice was shot. Eren only looked at you from in between your thighs with a small smile.
“No more?” He grabbed for the wand, turning it on the lowest setting. “I saved the best for last and you wanna quit on me?” His voice was barely registering with your ears over how hard you’re concentrating on the low buzzing of the white wand in Eren’s hands.
“I can’t take another— need a break,” You were shaking your head, eyes becoming heavy almost seeing tunnel vision.
“You’ll take what I give you.” Was all he said before setting the head of the toy directly onto your clit.
“Eren-!” Your hips bucked and squirmed in an attempt to get away from his assault.
“Who?” He turns the setting up to the middle, pressing harder onto your poor bud. It hurts, it hurts so fucking bad but your hole is leaking and fluttering around nothing begging for anything. There’s no way he was going to make you cum again after having two orgasms back to back. There’s no way.
“Oh my god, oh my god-” Your thighs were closing around his hand,
“Not my name either,” Eren gritted through his teeth, starting to become irritated. “Your brain that fried already fuck-whore?” He asks, giving you a hard slap to the side of your thigh before prying them open with one hand.
Eren quickly adjusts the setting to the highest possible, studying your face as it contorts in— well, he’s not sure if it’s pain or pleasure. He can only assume both as tears begin to spill from your eyes continuously begging for him to stop, that you couldn’t take any more. After about a minute were beginning to feel lightheaded, your body betraying you as you miraculously felt another high build inside the pit of your stomach. Eren slipped in his middle and ring finger into your hole, curving them slightly and began finger fucking you into your third orgasm. You nearly squirted on Eren’s face but he moved out of the way last second. Instead your release soaked some parts of his white button down, your juices making it transparent and stick to his skin. Eren removed his fingers from you, turning off the wand before giving your pussy one good slap.
God, you don’t think you fucking take anymore. Your cunt was still over stimmed and leaking, there was no reset in between this scene and the previous like there was with the first two. Eren only flipped your tied up body over, your ass in the air while your face was buried into the soft sheets. By now, Eren had already stripped from his clothing, his big cock springing from its confinement once his bottoms were pulled off. He nearly moaned at the cold air hitting his sensitive member. Eren’s big hands groped and massaged at your ass. The moans you let out were heavenly urging him to keep going. His hands were so warm and fluid on your skin, your eyes closed in bliss as you relished in the feeling.
“Beg for my cock, sweetheart. Make it pretty.” His hand comes down hard on your ass, making you yelp and jump. You felt the outline of his hand burn into your skin.
“Please fuck me, ‘want it so bad.” Your voice is slightly muffled from your cheek being pressed up against the mattress. Your lips were formed into a pout due to the pressure on your cheek.
“I didn’t say stop.” You hear him say from behind you, another hard slap landing on your cheek.
“Daddy, please. ‘Been waiting so long, ‘m gonna go crazy,” You whimpered attempting to press your ass against him.
“Gonna go crazy because you don’t have my cock in you yet?” You heard Eren chuckle from behind you and you can feel him rub the tip against your slit. You almost forget how big he is until now, he’s a least an inch wider than your hole. You’re almost scared of his size but also so eager to finally feel him.
“Yes-!” You nodded frantically against the sheet. Eren pressed himself into you, letting out a low ‘shit’ once he’s past you hilt.
“This cunt is so fucking— tight.” Eren groaned, watching himself sink into you slowly. He was splitting your poor cunt open, even after all the prep nothing could have prepared you for him. The stretch was uncomfortable, but you felt the veins running along his shaft were massing your velvety walls easing the discomfort.
“‘s so big,” You breathed out, your hands trying to grasp onto anything as they were still tied behind you. For some reason it looked cute to Eren watching you struggle from behind, your little hands begging to be held as he sinks into you fully. He took a moment to gather himself before he began to move.
He started off slow, his hips snapping into your painfully hard yet so slow as he adored how you wept for him. Your ass looked so gorgeous with the pink jewel sitting perfectly between your cheeks. The tip of his cock was kissing your cervix with every thrust and you were positive that the hold he had on your hips was going to leave a bruise. Eren was growing impatient, bored even, at the slow pace he had set. He wanted to fuck you stupid, he wanted the only thing running through that pretty little head of yours to be how hard he’s ramming himself into you. Eren pace picked up gradually and soon he was pounding into you at a ridiculous speed. The sounds of your whining, he grunts and skin slapping filled the room. You couldn’t think straight,
Eren grabbed a handful of your hand, yanking you up and back to his chest causing an unnatural curve in your back while his breath was hot on your ear.
“Tell me how it feels, cupcake. Tell your daddy how good his cock is making you feel.” He says against your ear.
“It feels- ‘s fucking good-!” You manage to choke out despite how hard he was ramming his hips into you. Your tits were bouncing every time his pelvis hit your ass. Eren brought his other hand up to your neck and applied pressure. His hand was stopping the blood flow to your head as his fingers were on the carotid artery in your neck. The proper way of choking a partner. Everything felt delicious, the lightheadedness just added to the intensity.
“‘M gonna cum- please let me,” You wailed, his cock was brushing up against the perfect spot to get you to your release. You were so close, you needed that extra push.
“Cream on him dick, baby. Go ahead it's okay.” Eren wraps an arm around your midsection to hug you close before he starts to fuck into you like his life depended on it. He was going to be forever imprinted inside of you after this. You began to contract around his shaft, your fourth and final high overtaking your body. A weak and pathetic cry escapes your lips when he lets your body fall face first back into the mattress. Your brain is mush right now and you haven’t got the slightest clue where you are, nor do you care.
“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum.” Eren gawks as he quickly adjusts his position. He’s still taking you from behind, but now one of his legs is extended over your body so that his foot is heavy on your head. You’re just laying there limp and taking it. You don’t have the energy to speak but you’re just praying he cums in you, you want to feel him fill you up to the brim.
“Fuck yeah-” His hips begin to falter. “Shit! Fucking take all of it you bitch,” Eren groans as he shoots his load into your messy cunt. He ruts into you a few more times before he slips his softening cock out of you, a thin line of his cum dripping out of you. Eren is sure to spread your cheeks as you push his seed out of you for the camera.
“Cut! Good job you too!”
When everything was said and done, you’re helped out of your bondage, given a robe and escorted back to your dressing room with some set crew. They made light conversation with you, saying how well you and Eren worked together. That there was some chemistry there and it was definitely going to be a hit amongst fans. You settled yourself down on one of the couches when the crew left you alone. You had already removed your train wreck of makeup, now it was time to have a moment to yourself. Everything was serene as your hands ran gently over your arms and legs, seeing the imprints left by the ropes onto your skin. There were so many thoughts running through your head but they were soon silenced by a few heavy knocks. You winced as you stood up, a dull aching very prominent deep in your core, the roughness from filming was really catching up to your body fast. You made your way over to the door, twisting the silver knob and pulling back to be met with Eren.
“Can I take you out sometime?”
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