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pennylanewrites · 1 month

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needy [eren yeager]

tags: aphrodisiacs, f!reader, bestfriend!eren, weirdo!eren, panty sniffing, masturbation, thighjob, multiple orgasms, lots of cum, spitting, pussy eating, panty stuffing, eren eats his cum? porn with little plot enjoy

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your friend eren loved snooping around your house. he would read your diary to make fun of you, use your expensive skincare products ‘because they smell good’ and eat your snacks.

this time, he was rummaging through your kitchen as you took a shower. his eyes grew wide when he found a sleek box of, seemingly expensive, chocolates. he pulled on the golden ribbon and looked around before popping one in his mouth. it was sweet and tart as it melted on his tongue. he hoped you wouldn’t mind if he ate one more.

how long had you been in the shower for? eren was spread across your couch, scrolling through his phone when he viewed your instagram story from last night. a mirror selfie of you in a tight, skimpy outfit and a drink in your hand.

“the fuck?” he muttered, looking down at his sweatpants.

images of you, naked in his shower flashed through his head. that was months ago and you promised to each other it was a one-time thing. so why the fuck does he have a boner right now?

when he heard your bedroom door close, he quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. the room was still steamy, and everything smelled like your body wash. sickeningly sweet caramel, but there was something else.

eren palmed his hard cock over his sweatpants, looking around until his eyes fell on the clothes strewn across the floor. he leaned down and his hands caught a piece of white fabric.

eren wasn’t really thinking straight when he pulled his pants and boxers down. neither when he fisted his cock, your panties still in his other hand. he brought them up to his face, stuffing his nose against the fabric.

now this, this was your smell. sweet and tart, like the chocolate he shamelessly stole from you.

“shit, shit, shit!” the middle part of your panties was stuck between eren’s teeth as he rubbed his cock, making a mess all over his stomach.

eren found you lying on the couch, bare legs hanging over the arm. his cock twitched when he looked up and you were wearing one of his old band t-shirts.

“hey.” eren’s voice came out weak, whiny. you grinned behind your phone, finally looking up at him.

“hey, you.” you lifted one of your legs up, poking his thigh with your toe. he caught your leg and pulled, making you yelp.

“hey.” he sat on the other end of the couch and pulled his hoodie down. you moved until your head was resting on his thigh and turned your attention to your phone. from where eren sat, he could see the curve of your breasts under the cotton shirt and your thighs squeezing together.

he could still smell you. taste you on his tongue.

“did you eat my candy?” you asked, flipping your body over to sit on your stomach. you looked up at him with a mischievous grin.

“w-what?” he could feel your breath, hot against his thigh and your fingers stroking his calf.

“did you?”

eren remembered you earlier that month, searching up aphrodisiacs on your phone. you had said you were curious to try them and showed him a box of chocolates you wanted to order.

“you should be more careful, ‘ren.” the nickname you gave him shot straight to his cock and he could feel it get harder.

“don’t call me that.”

“rennie.” you smiled against his thigh, eyes never leaving his.

“fuck you.” he lifted you up and held your body against him, slamming his lips against yours.

you lifted one of your legs over his lap, lowering yourself right on his erection. a groan escaped his lips and his hands gripped your waist. he guided your hips, gently rutting against his pelvis.

“sorry i ate your candy.” eren pouted against your lips. “but i really wanna fucking come now.” he tugged on your shirt, breaking the kiss apart to remove it before attacking your tits. his hands squeezed every inch of your body as he popped your nipple in his mouth, tugging on it desperately.

you got off his lap, just to remove your shorts. eren pulled his cock out, painfully hard and already leaking against the fabric of his hoodie. he shamelessly stroked himself while you took your shorts off.

“keep ‘em on.” he didn’t let you take off your underwear. he wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you down, this time your back pressed against his chest. he lifted you up easily, spreading your thighs slightly with his free hand so he could place his dick between them.

“eren…” you threw your head back, kissing the length of his jawline softly.

“shit, y-you’re squeezing.” he looked down. you gently rocked your hips, thighs wrapped delicately around his cock. you both took in a sharp breath when his cock hit against your clothed clit.

eren couldn’t take his hands off your body, even if he wanted to. one hand fiddled with the frilly hem on your panties, the other wrapped snug around your chest.

“spit on it, baby.” he urged you. you leaned your head down, looking at the sticky pre-cum smeared all over the inside of your thighs. you spit right on the tip of his cock, like he asked you to, earning a guttural moan behind you. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” he pushed on your thighs, keeping them squeezed shut as his cock twitched between them. a painfully hard bite was left on your shoulder when eren finally came all over the front of your panties. he smeared it even further with his cock tip, before lifting you off him and placing you down again.

“what are you doing?” you blinked at him. eren kneeled on the floor in front of you, spreading your legs open and placing them on his shoulders.

“cleanin’ you up.” his lips felt hot against the skin of your thigh, his tongue flattened to clean up his mess on your thighs.

his green eyes, hidden under furrowed brows and teary eyelashes, stared up at you when he finally reached your middle. your chest heaved as you waited for his move.

eren wrapped his lips around the tainted front of your panties, sucking it clean. with trembling fingers, he hooked them to the side, pleasantly surprised to see his cum had leaked under the fabric too. he swallowed with a grin against your stomach.

“can i touch you?” his voice shook you out of your thoughts. you nodded hastily, shuddering when his cold fingertips came in contact with your clit.

he let a dollop of spit fall on your pussy before replacing his fingers with his tongue. your hand shot straight to his hair, pulling him snug against your heat.

eren had always been noisy. his sloppy kisses and licks and smooches echoed around the living room. he moaned against you when his nose bumped against your clit and, oh god he could smell you.

“you taste so good.” he pulled away just to praise you, his hand palming his cock again. it was more painful this time, sore and swollen, but he had this urge. he couldn’t stop touching himself.

searching for your discarded panties, he wrapped them around his cock this time. the fabric he had stained before, now turning a dark shade of gray again with his pre.

“ren, i’m gonna come!” you whined, the knot in your stomach about ready to come undone. if his mouth wasn’t attached to your pussy, you would have seen him smirk. he pressed his palm against your lower stomach, kept pressing until you cried out his name.

“is it sensitive, baby?” he coos, the soft pecks against your clit making you jolt. you tried shutting your legs, but eren was stronger. wrapping his elbow around your thighs, he pushed them back until they were on your shoulders and returned to your sensitive cunt.

“please, eren!” you whined, trying to push away from him.

“just a little more.” his words came out slurring as he licked around your fluttering hole. “need to come.” he muttered. he sharpened his tongue and pushed it inside you, making you gasp. he curled it around before pulling out and spitting inside. wet fabric came in contact with your pussy. your eyes shot open when his fingers worked their way inside you, along with the fabric.

“shiiit.” his voice strained as he got up. “gonna come.” hovering over you, he let your legs fall and they wrapped around his torso instinctively. his cock slapped against your clit before he started rubbing the tip on it, moaning loudly.

out of breath, he sighed softly when hot spurts of his cum dripped between your folds, the fabric bunched up inside of you catching most of the liquid.

“fuck, fuck, thank you.” he let his whole body fall against you, hands falling on your shoulders to pull you closer. “thanks.” he muttered between more profanities.

he slid down, leaving soft kisses on your collarbone, your chest, your stomach. you let out a sigh when he went back to kissing your puffy clit again.

“shit, baby.” he carefully removed the bunched up panties, watched them drip with his cum. “can i fuck you now?”

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erensangel444 · 1 year

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obsessing over eren again sorry

you were fumbling to get the key into the keyhole, eren laughing softly at your antics before you finally got it in. you twisted the key to the right, unlocking the door and pushing it open.

you walked through the living room, eren trailing behind you as you made your way into the bedroom, full on jumping and plopping onto the bed.

you felt eren’s hand brush against the top of your thigh, coming up to pull your skirt back down over your ass. he laughed softly at you lying on the bed, jumping up and plopping down beside you, the action making you giggle loudly.

you turned to look at him, finding eren’s eyes were already on you, a soft smile on his face. “had so much fun tonight, ren,” you were pretty sure you slurred that sentence, but you know eren didn’t mind.

“me too, angel,” he sat up now, scooting up to lean against the headboard. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, he was just so pretty. his white collar tee was unbuttoned, and a few wisps of his brown hair were falling from the half-up, half-down hairstyle he head, framing his face.

“you’re so pretty, baby, you know that?” you said, coming up to perch yourself atop eren’s lap. eren smiled up at you, his eyes fluttering between your eyes and your lips. “n you’re so pretty did ya’know that?”

eren began to litter kisses all over you, starting at your neck, drifting to your collarbone, lingering at your shoulder, and slyly pushing the spaghetti strap of your dress down.

“so pretty could jus’ kiss all over you all day,” eren mumbled into your skin, pushing the other strap of your dress down. “could be my new job,” he laughed softly, looking up at you as he pulled your dress down over your breasts, your nipples going stiff at the rush of cold air and eren’s proximity.

“huh? what do you think pretty girl?” eren continued, his hands coming down to your backside, lifting you higher in his lap so that he could wrap his lips around your nipple with ease.

you were unable to form words, panting as you watched eren play with your breasts. he had always been infatuated with your tits, finding any moment to squeeze them, kiss at them. your favorite was when he would give them a quick squeeze in public, resulting in a slap on the hand and you chastising him.

“where’d you go, pretty girl?” eren pulled away from your nipple, pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger. he looked so pretty, his lips slick with spit giving them a slight shine under the dim light of your bedroom, his pupils dilated.

“get your tits played with n suddenly you can’t talk anymore, is that it?” eren was enjoying teasing you now. he always loved the fact that he could make you like this. and he wasn’t stupid enough to miss your not-so-subtle grinding against his thigh.

you shook your head at his statement, eren laughing softly, “oh so you can talk?” he teased, his hands groping at your breasts. “then you gotta tell me what you want, baby,”

you were whimpering now, and eren shifted you so you sat right over his cock. you continued to move your hips, the action making eren throw his head back with a low moan.

“w-want you,” you sighed softly. you knew your panties were drenched by now, and you couldn’t take anymore teasing. “need you inside please, ren’, need you.”

“all you had to say, angel,” eren said, flipping you over onto your back and peeling his shirt over his head.

you would never get tired of looking at eren. his toned abdomen, the way his v-line dipped into his hips. “you like what you see?” eren laughed softly, “sit up for me a lil’, baby.”

you did as told, lifting your butt off the bed ever-so-slightly so that eren could peel your dress of completely. above you, eren’s eyes trailed down your body, stopping at your soaked underwear.

“aw you’re drenched, pretty girl,” he said, thumbing at your clit through your underwear. “you need me to fill you up that bad?” eren asked, to which you nodded your head, practically delirious at this point.

“alright jus be patient for me, baby” eren said softly, standing up from the bed. coming down with his sweats was his boxers, revealing his leaking cock.

eren, still standing, grabbed your ankle, pulling you towards him at the edge of the bed. he was pressed right up against you now, his cock laying over your stomach.

eren loved to do this, to show you how deep he would go every time he was inside of you. to remind you that he was the only one who could hit all those spots.

eren wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, sliding his tip between your dripping slit. every so often, the tip of his cock would bump against your clit, causing you to jolt softly with a whimper, prompting a soft chuckle from eren.

his free hand came down to your hip, softly rubbing circles into your side, “you ready for me?” eren spoke, eyes set on yours.

“please, ren’,” you said, voice airy. eren just grinned before pushing his tip into your hole. he was met with slight resistance at first, but the second his tip pushed inside of you, the two of you were throwing your heads back and letting out simultaneous moans.

slowly, but surely, eren was pressing into you, inch by inch.

finally, he was pressed fully inside of you, and you could feel his cock twitch as you squeezed around him. “fuck,” eren sighed, nails digging into your hips now, “always milk my cock so good, baby.”

you were in heaven. just eren’s cock filling you up and stretching you out was enough to have you entering that hazy space. “need you t-to,” you were saying softly, eren slowly sliding in and out of you.

“huh? what d’ya need, angel?” eren spoke softly, voice slightly hoarse. “need you to pound me,” you said in a quick breath, hips grinding towards eren’s.

“pretty girl wants to be fucked like a slut,” eren grinned, “i should’ve known better than to try and take it slow, huh?”

“your wish is my command.” eren said before pulling out to the point where his cock was barely inside of you and then slamming back in.

you were in for a long night.

i am 5ever an eren girl n im not sorry

i decided to maybe split this into two parts depending on the feedback! so if you’d want to see a part two, let me know!! thank you so much for reading, and i hope you are good n happy n healthy and im sending you lots of love<33

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arlerts-angel · 4 months

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Eren teaching his cute gf how to use his vape??? 👀👀

a/n: i don't vape so idk if this is accurate BUT i love this idea bc this is SO EREN!! thank you @littlemochabunni for the part where he switches flavors for her 💕 there was no smut initially but i wanted it to be longer so enjoy!!! MWUAH (psa: i do not condone nor suggest using nicotine i am just a girl)

cw: eren jaeger x fem!reader, pet names/light degradation (baby, pretty, pretty girl, my girl, pretty slut) nicotine usage, oral sex (m!receiving)

𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 ★ミ

"look baby, like this."

eren demonstrates by taking a hit followed by a few puffs of smoke rings. he brings it to your lips and watches them softly purse around it. "so fuckin' pretty. now, inhale." he instructs. you do exactly that as he presses the button. "deep breath, pretty girl. let it fill your lungs and exhale slowly."

a cloud of smoke escapes your lips quickly followed by a fit of coughs. "eren! that's disgusting! how do you smoke that?" he laughs and places a soft kiss on your head.

"poor baby. hang on. i've probably got some fruity shit for ya around here somewhere..." he mumbles as he digs through a drawer. "cotton candy sound better for my girl?" he asks with a smirk as he switches the flavors. he returns the pen to your lips.

you smile and nod while he instructs you one more time. "remember? inhale. let the smoke fill your lungs and exhale slowly. you're a smart girl... can't believe you're letting me do this to you." he shakes his head playfully. you repeat the actions and blow a cloud of smoke in his face.

"that's my girl." he grins. eren takes another hit of the vape then brings his lips to yours and kisses you, sharing the cotton candy smoke cloud with you. he licks his lips at the sight of the pen resting on your pout. he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip. "i got something else i want you to blow." his jeans are tight and constricting. you notice him adjusting the bulge in his pants. "why're you hard?" you giggle.

"can't help it baby, your lips are so pretty. i want them around my cock." he replies, groaning as you eagerly free his cock and stroke it softly. you swirl your tongue around the tip before taking the rest of his length in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. "ugh fuck—just like that baby..." he groans in ecstasy, placing his hand on your head to guide you further down his cock. "you suck my cock so good. my pretty girl's such a pretty slut, too." he hisses. you hum against him and look into his eyes. he looks back at you and groans as his cock twitches. "oh fuck i'm gonna cum— fuck! ahh–" he thrusts his hips as his cum spurts into your mouth and down your throat. you swallow and wipe the spit from your mouth. "so good." he praises before taking a final hit from the vape. he leans in and kisses you once more, sharing the sweet smoke with you.

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sindicas · 1 year

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pleasure, pleasure, pleasure!

cw: reader is pregnant, referred to as mommy (no kink), office foreplay, eren talks you through foreplay, fingering, squirting, you both like to tease, praise, umm i think that’s it

notes: i posted this yesterday but it wasn’t the full version 😭

naur cause thinking of eren who’s gotten you pregnant and your tummy is so round and plump. your breasts are so heavy and full. your body’s thick and plump too. yet, your pussy’s still so warm and tight. the snuggest fit for his fingers. the one’s he’s pumping out of you slowly, and making you taste as a reward for being so wet.

“see what happens when you come visit me at work”

“erennn,” you’re crying, sniffling. curling your toes and using your hands to cover your face, “ ‘s bored… i was bored.” you mutter. you’re out of breath and drooling. he’s got you in his office chair, it’s cozy and snug, and you’ve got your thighs spread over the arms. eren��s holding you in place, fucking his middle finger right into your pussy. marveling at the way you squeeze around him, how your arousal drips and covers his fist. he’s in love with how he can feel you sucking him in deep. if only you could handle his dick. but he just can’t fuck you soft enough in this pregnant state. he can’t bend your legs at the knees ad throw them over his shoulder. can’t just fuck another kid into you cause your tummy’s so big, and your pussy aches with any sudden touch.

“i’m helping aren’t i? you don’t like being a lonely mommy? can’t keep your butt at home?”

“if only you’d take my dick. i think it’d make you feel so much better mommy.”

this mommy feels so guilty for not being able to take daddy’s dick.

“nuh uh,” you’re trembling. jerking in his seat. your thighs spread even further as you fuck his finger. that one digit makes your limbs weak. it’s making your head feel so light, and it’s making your pussy so, so wet. a loud squelch. that suction. “can’t take your dick.” you cry cause you want it so bad.

“but i wan’ it.” you make grabby hands at him. at his cock that strains against his pants. it has his khakis on edge. makes him massage that pretty little clit. your swollen little feet ache, cause you’re curling your toes so tight. holding back the loudest string of moans. he’s fucking his angel this dumb with just his fingers.

“don’t look at me like that.”

“cause you’re gonna hate me if i fuck you right now.” beads of sweat trickle down his face. resisting that pussy, your pussy, his pussy. it’s fucking killing him. he’s gonna have to go to the office bathroom and jerk his dick, cause every time he tries to put it in; you’re a mess. you get so tight that he can barely push the head in. ‘you’re gonna tell me you can’t take it. gonna tell me it’s too big ‘won’t fit’.” he mocks.

“you’re a real tease you know that?” did you know that? coming in here, just so he can finger you in his office so that you can go about your day. after he releases all that sexual frustration in you, cause you know he’ll do it. he’ll do anything for his pregnant wife. kiss her lips, rub her feet, and please that greedy little pussy. just with a flick of your wrist, he’ll submit. just so you can rub it in his face, let him know how good it feels to get pleasured by the help of someone. with the help of a lover.

and he wants to deny you of that pleasure, but feeling how fucking wet you get from his fingers makes him swoon. he could never deny you of that. how your gummy walls have their own heartbeat. how it pulses around his finger like it’s his dick. how you squeal out when he strokes your g-spot. how you’re leaking into his chair, creaming all over his fingers. a steady stream of cream slips down from your pussy and drips to your ass.

you fuck his finger like a whore. so needy, so desperate. blabbing and fumbling your words. arching your back away from the chair when that pleasant, fuzzy feeling creeps into your stomach. “gonna cum,” you groan, “gonna make me cum.”

“i know, baby. i can feel it. i can feel your little pussy squeezing me.” he smirks, places his hand below your bump, and pushes up and at an angle as he sinks his finger further inside. he wants to add another, just one more if he can. just to stretch that pussy out so his dick can fit; he’s a throbbing mess. but his dick is girthier, and thicker. it feels like his heart is in his dick. throbbing at each feeling of constraint.

“gonna try to fit one more in, ‘mkay? just wanna see how much you can take.” you twitch and clamp down around him. he definitely won’t get it in like this. you’re fluttering non-stop around his fingers.

“come on, princess, relax for me.”

“you know ’m tryin’.” your words come out breathy. there’s a bit of strain to ‘em. all you can think about is cumming. there’s nothing else, you’re focusing all your energy on getting a nut. your clit’s taken over all thinking; all those nerves are on overdrive.

“just breathe okay?“

“it may hurt…” he parts your lips, and lets a second finger graze your hot, sticky folds. “but it’s ‘cause you’re squeezing so tight.” he begins to ease that second digit in. sinking it slowly. slowly! he has to remind himself. he’s eager to fit it in. and slowly he’s pushing his way into your pussy. another digit. just one more that’s all he wants. one step closer to preparing you for something bigger.

he can see it in your face that you want to scream. your grip around the chair’s arms tightens and your chest rises with a quickness. because as soon as the finger started creeping its way in your eyes shot open.“‘ren, kiss me, please.” you cry out. tears stream down your face as you beg for eren.

“almost in.” his lips ghost yours. he rest his forehead on yours and when his finger finally pushes past all that resistance, he kisses you. and it feels so heavy. having to keep your mouth shut, to ease the moan that’s desperate to come out. “‘ren — feels good.” you groan into his mouth.

“does it, baby?” a thin line of saliva connects your tongues, “you know that’s all i want.” his tongue dips back into your mouth. your twisted between staying focused on the kiss, and bucking your hips to make eren’s fingers fuck you. they strum and scissor your insides. all that just for you to be undeniably tighter than you were before.

you can feel yourself spiraling more than you were before. the pads of his fingers are gentle, so gentle that it has your thighs shaking. your head’s thrown back on the back of the chair, and you just can’t function. no speaking, no looking — nothing.

and eren feels his dick leaking. hearing how out of breath you are, how you squeal when he hits the right spot with his fingers. he admires you for being so sexy and knowing what you want. how you still look so pretty when you’re on the verge of cumming. even with your mouth hanging open and your eyes crossing. “you’re gonna cum? i can feel you.”

you nod your head and feel yourself just letting go. you cum so hard like always. your thighs tremble before they snap shut and your moans are arousing. you keep them quiet enough just so eren can hear. and he’s gonna get more out of you. he curls his fingers up and tightens his hand around your hip. “you know what i want.” you jerk in his chair. you cling to his arms and beg him to be gentle. but he can’t.

he wants you crying out. make you feel bad for not letting him fuck you how he wants. he can be a little selfish. instead of his fingers, he’s imagining that it’s his dick that you're cumming around. squeezing this tightly on. clamping so harshly on. it gets his dick throbbing harder than he can imagine. all the fucking blood in his body is in his dick. little spurts of liquid gush out of your pussy. each one growing with more intensity as his fingers keep stroking your insides. “yesss, mhmm right there.”

“uh huh, good girl.” he praises with low eyes. he’s running his tongue over his lips, as you squirt from all that pressure, all that pleasure. “i knew you could take it.” he kisses your cheeks, and slowly takes his fingers out of you. they’re covered in a thick layer of arousal, and he’s gonna use it. he’s thinking about it. pulling his pants down and using it as lube to… y’know what.

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selfishdoll · 6 months

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LITTLE MISS PERFECT FT. EREN YEAGER ୨୧ ｡ ⟡

⠀ ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 it was just your luck that a coworker you simply couldn’t stand figured out your side gig as a bottle girl.

❛author’s note...❜ ━━ i’ve never written for eren before so don’t clown me yall— also i know little about bottle girls so also don’t clown me, i just like the way they look.

You were delicate and careful, assuring the oddly shaped makeup tool was setting the makeup perfectly. You couldn’t afford to mess up or restart your routine— you were already three minutes behind schedule.

“Damn you Yeager..” You mumbled to yourself, glossed and lined lips pulled into a subtle frown. Why exactly were you forced to work with him? With that.. absolutely annoying man child? His temper was too much for you at times, and the way he just loved questioning just about everything— God, some days you believed your supervisor purposely set you two to work together.

So it was no surprise you two got into an usual spout; for what, you can’t even remember. You simply remember your gaze fixated on his — dare you say — handsome features, absolute venom escaping your plump lips. Words faltering every single time you saw his own jade colored gaze fall to your lips.

You could not stand Eren Yeager no matter how much he made you weak at the knees.

You tossed the tool to the side, rising from your vanity whilst grabbing the bottle of setting spray. Closing your eyes, you quickly sprayed your beat face, assuring to get every inch. Having it run in the middle of your shift was something you wanted to avoid.

You slammed the bottle down once you were done, stepping back and glancing at yourself in the mirror. French white nails carefully plucked the curls of your burgundy colored lace, nodding at the way they fell so pleasantly around your features. The second thing to critique was your outfit; a mesh sleeveless romper that had several splits between your cleavage and was just dark enough it covered your bottom half. Your eyes traced yourself for a split moment, finally nodded once satisfied.

Grabbing your bag, phone, and keys— you rushed out of your apartment after locking the door.

You reached the night club you work at about ten minutes late, your close friend luckily getting most things ready before your arrival. Once arriving you cleaned up your sections, assuring the tables were spotless and booths were in proper order. Finishing that task you moved towards the locker room to touch up yourself, spritzing your body with a sweet perfume whilst your friend separated your curls.

“You and that Eren guy should just fuck and get it over with.”

You scoffed at her words, placing your perfume away; going for your lipgloss next. “I’d rather chew on glass.” You murmured softly, gliding the stick substance across your two-toned lips. Fuck Eren? He was easy on the eyes, sure— but not easy anywhere else. As said before, you couldn’t stand him. And you highly doubt you would stand him enough to sleep with him.

You heard your friend sigh, releasing your hair to walk around and face you. “I don’t know.. it just sounds like unresolved tension or something— ya know?” Her lips curled at the deadpanned expression that crossed your features, gaze watching you hurriedly place your things away.

“C‘mon our sections may be filling up.”

“Don’t ignore me, [Name]!”

The night continued as pure usual, you lifting large bottles of alcohol ranging from Hennessy to Pink Whitney and much more; over to your booths, flashing forced smiles and moving your hips to the beat of the music. The multicolored lights reflected off your sun-kissed highlighting each feature you had.

At certain tables a customer would get up and dance with you and the other girls; causing your smile to worsen but otherwise continue the service with no issues.

That was how your shift as a bottle girl was supposed to go. No issues, just simple adult fun.

Until you reached a certain table.

You walked over as pure usual, pearly whites on display account of the glossed smile stretching your features. Sauntering over with a notepad, you gave your usual winning pitch; attempting to persuade the customers to buy the most expensive alcohol to assure the best experience — usual customer service nonsense.

Except as your eyes cased the table surrounded by men, your gaze settled upon a certain one. One whose own gaze was fixated onto you. A rather, familiar gaze.

“Ma’am?”

You cleared your throat, eyes blinking over to a man with light ash-brown hair. “Ye—yes, have you decided what you wanted to order?” You questioned, smile becoming even more forceful the moment you noticed a smirk from your peripherals. You barely registered the order that escaped his lips, scribbling upon your notepad quickly whilst the other men chimed in with their own requests.

“Okay, I’ll be right back!” You spoke, spinning on your heels and basically rushing towards the bar. You stood behind it, eyes tracing the many bottles lining the case. It took a moment to find what you were looking for, stepping back a bit before a small ah fell from your lips, approaching a case. You pulled the large bottle of Gin from its rightful place, turning and jumping the minute your focused gaze landed on someone else’s.

“Hey [Name]..” Was the cool words that escaped Eren fucking Yeager, lips curled into the most subtle grin. You took in a deep breath, placing the bottle down and turning to search for another.

“Sir, the whole point of a bottle girl service is I bring the drinks to you. You have no need to approach the bar.”

“There’s no rules stating I can’t though, right?”

You gritted your teeth a bit, noticing the clear amusement circling his tone. Grabbing a bottle of cream liquor you turned once again, placing it down with a little more force. “Eren, would you fuck off? Save your taunting for another time, i’m trying to work!”

The man tilted his head, strays from his messy bun intruding on his face. “I didn’t come over here to taunt, [Name]. I was just..” He trailed off for a moment, lips curling into an even more prominent grin. “Surprised little miss perfect had a job such as this. Didn’t seem like your style.”

You rolled your eyes a little, grabbing a few shot glasses and placing them on a tray. “Well, everyone has their side hustles..” You murmured softly, beginning to pour a few shots— grumbling the moment ring covered fingers lifted one. You settled the bottle down once you were finished, eyes focusing back to the man infront of you. “You gonna blab to the whole office you saw me working here?”

You weren’t ashamed to be a bottle girl, if anyone asked you were more than happy to share. However, that didn’t excuse the fact you enjoyed keeping your private life.. well, private. You could just imagine the annoyance it would be with such information circling your “normal” workplace.

“No.” Eren began slowly, lifting the glass to his lips and taking the shot. His tongue glided across his bottom lip after pulling the glass away, placing it back down on the tray. “I’d much rather keep you all to myself.” His eyes flicked between your eyes and lips, enjoying the perplexed expression that crossed your face.

Eren rose away from the bar with a soft hum shortly after. “See you at the table..” He dragged giving you one last look before stalking off towards his section.

Leaving you the perfect mixture of confused and heated.

The rest of the night continued without a hitch. Except his eyes followed your every move. From you walking over with the shots, hips rocking along to the harsh beats of the music blasting — to you dancing beside the other bottle girls.

You tried to ignore it all, tried to focus on anything but him. But, you found your eyes trailing over to his own constantly— spotting his pretty lips lift into a smile.

Suffice to say, you were a little distracted for the remainder of the night.

And several others down the line.

Your schedule was so you worked Friday-Sunday, taking up a shift once in a while as a favor. Either the man had guessed your schedule or he asked because every other Saturday Eren and his friends were seated at your section; his eyes never leaving your form the entire time.

The second time he came in you remarked it as a coincidence, but the fourth? Yeah, you were sure the man was messing with you. Especially since he acted so normal at work; still as combative, and still as annoying.

It was boggling, you constantly questioning Eren’s motives. It’s not like he ever got extremely drunk; settling for a shot or two. Was he really just here to watch you? To antagonize you? To approach the bar each time you walked off just to speak or compliment what you were wearing?

You sighed heavily the moment familiar footsteps followed you back to the bar, walking around the counter; thankful it placed distance between you and the man. “You’re starting to act like a stalker, Yeager.” You mumbled, grabbing a bottle of Hennessy. You heard the barstool squeak the moment he sat on it, turning to spot his ringer covered fingers tapping against the sleek marble.

“Gonna have the bouncer throw me out?” He questioned, green gaze looking at you through pretty lashes. The moment you turned away silently Eren was smiling, tongue gliding across his lips. “Guess not..”

You tried to ignore him, you really did; attempting to focus on your shaky hands pouring the usual seven glasses resting your tray— not even batting an eye when he grabbed one without asking.

“You look nice tonight..” Eren spoke lowly, eyes not so shamelessly tracing over the black attire you wore; a black leather skirt, with a mesh halter top, a silver necklace hanging accompanying the outfit.

You rolled your eyes a little, reaching for another bottle. “You say that every single time you see me.”

“And I mean it— every single time.” He countered, placing the now empty glass down.

You could only blink at the man for a moment, completely forgetting the drinks as a heat covered your entire body. Your eyes fell to the bar, lip caught between your teeth as the softest stammer escaped you; “Why do you keep coming here? To compliment and watch me? You don’t even get drunk like your friends do.”

The words settled in the air for a while, Eren silent— his eyes focused completely on you; an intense stare you avoided. Moments passed before the man spoke again;

“I’d much rather show you, why I keep coming here.”

His lips were hot against your own, body flush against you whilst pushing your back into the cool bathroom wall. Eren’s large hands remained on your waist, pulling you into him each time you attempted to back away. Why exactly? Because he was so overwhelming. His taste, tongue, smell— all of it muddling your brain far too quickly, rendering you into putty he could so easily play with.

You were finally able to pull back from the kiss, when he needed air, pants flowing from your lips; lipgloss a mess with your mixed salvia tainting your mouth. The hands on Eren’s shoulders gripped the cream colored longsleeve he wore the moment his lips pressed against your neck, breath quickening as he sucked a kiss into your skin.

The events leading up to now were a complete blur, Eren uttering such words and suddenly leading you into the woman’s bathroom; locking the door the second the two of you entered. After that well.. you found yourself against the wall by the sink, Eren’s hands situated on your form to assure you didn’t move an inch away.

Truthfully, you didn’t want to.

It seemed he got bored of your neck quickly, rising back up to steal your lips in another kiss. You moaned against his mouth the moment his fingers gripped your waist, switching you around to place you onto the counter. Your legs naturally opened, Eren taking this moment to step between them, smoothing his hand down to your exposed skin.

You pulled back, hands rising to his hair quickly to tug the moment he tried to go for another kiss. “Let me breathe, Eren— fuck..” You gasped out, watching a smirk pull his lips which were stained with your gloss.

“Then breathe.” He spoke, leaning close and pressing his forehead against your own. Despite his allowance, you couldn’t; feeling his hand travel between your legs, tracing your inner thigh for a moment before moving farther. Eren’s other hand moved to your lower back, keeping you in place while his thumb pressed against your thinly covered pussy, brushing at the wet spot slowly starting to form.

“Already a mess down here, huh?”

“Eren, quit it..” You drawled, legs gripping his waist the moment his thumb pushed to find your covered clit, rubbing the little bud the moment he did.

A soft chuckle flowed from his lips right into your ear, lips tracing the delicate shell just to feel you shiver. “Quit what? Quit touching you?.. quit talking?—“ Eren murmured, pushing your panties to the side, exposing your pretty cunt to his fingers. “Either one, you don’t want me to stop at anyway. Not with how fucking wet you are for me.” He spoke, fingers gliding up and down your slick slit whilst his thumb pressed harder against your little bud.

Your legs widened, trembled— hands gripping his shirt and moaning the moment two thick digits pushed inside your awaiting entrance. Your walls clenched around his fingers, gasping as they pushed in and out of you so easily. He was down to the knuckle, reaching far deeper then your own fingers. The squelches of your messy cunt was drowned out by your own sweet moans, head pressed against the mirror behind you whilst your hand fell to his forearm; feeling his muscles twitch with each thrust of his fingers.

Eren pulled back from your ear to instead plant his lips against yours again, pace quickening. His fingers pushed against the rough spot within you, gummy walls sucking his fingers in each time it dragged in and out of you.

Your moans were muffled, eyes pinched closed with a tight band forming in your lower stomach. You were shaking at this point; breaking the kiss to allow sharp whines to escape your swollen lips. Your pussy was spasming around his digits, hips rocking to meet each thrust.

Eren took in your form, sucking in a breath as he felt his cock strain against his pants. You were so fucking close; your walls greedily sucking him in, your plump stomach rolling with each arch— fuck, from just his fingers you were already in such a state.

He sucked his teeth a bit, withdrawing his fingers before you could even reach your peak. Your eyes flew open at this, shaky gaze focusing onto Eren.

“Eren why’d y—“ Eren came close, cutting off your words with a gentle hand on your throat and lifting you away from leaning on the mirror.

“Whining over nothing… you’ll come baby, just wait.” Eren spoke, hands falling to your thighs and pulling you towards the edge of the counter. Once there, he stepped back to push his boxers and pants down to his thighs; allowing his length to spring out.

He was nice and thick, long too— tip resting just below his belly button, adoring minimal hair. You weren’t given much time to gawk before he was coming close, hands falling to your hips and pressing the crown of his cock against your wet slit.

Slowly, he glided his length up and down your wetness; coating himself in your arousal. Each time his tip bumped against your clit you were twitching, white nails digging into his shoulders while your hips moved for more friction.

Finally after what seemed like hours but was nothing more then agonizing seconds, Eren was slowly pushing inside; groaning the moment your walls clenched around him.

“Relax mama..” He murmured, leaning down to kiss you. A hand then released your hip to travel between your legs, slowly circling your clit. You moaned against him, feeling him ease the rest of himself inside; a soft squelch emitting from the intrusion.

Eren pulled back from the kiss, eyes traveling to where the two of you were connected; sucking in a breath. “Taking me so damn well, pretty girl..” His grin grew the moment your walls clenched around him, eyes flicking to your face. “Oh— you like when I call you that, huh?” A snicker escaped him the moment your eyes traveled to the side, leaning to kiss your neck.

“So cute when you’re embarassed [Name].”

“Sh.. shut up Eren..—“ The words barely escaped you before said man was pulling his hips back, tip resting inside you before flicking them forward. Your hands grip tightened on his shirt, legs tightening as the experimental pumps turned into deep, quick thrusts.

Sputters of his name escaped you, head resting back as your body rocked with each unrelenting movement of his hips. You were squeezing him so damn tight, greedily sucking him in each time he pulled out. The breaths that escaped his mouth were hurried, fanning across your hot skin whilst his fingers dug into your plump form. You were stuck there, unable to run, to move; exposed to the pace he set— ruining you so perfectly.

Perfect.

That was the only thought in his mind as he green eyes took you in, watching your pretty lashes fluttering— struggling to keep your own eyes open. What’s more, little tears began to form, threatening to spill and ruin the makeup he’s sure you spent agonizing minutes on. The thought alone caused him to bury himself deeper, hands falling to the underside of your thighs and pushing you to lay on the counter.

“F—Fuck—!” You cried out, feeling him lift a leg to lay on his shoulder; drilling into you. His heavy length was brushing you in all the right spots, tip pushing against your cervix; the pain and pleasure molding into a single feeling. “E—eren..hah— shit, you’re too deep!” You whined out, tears spilling, causing black streaks to run down chubby cheeks.

Eren groaned softly, pushing to hover over your body whilst gripping the thigh pressed against his chest. “You want me to stop, baby? Huh? Want me to pull out?” The moment you shook your head he was grinning, pace never faltering, the slick mess between your thighs growing.

“Thought so..” Eren breathed, pulling back to kiss against your chubby thigh while his free hand moved to your stomach, pressing against it to feel each thrust. “Wanted this just as bad as I did, didn’t you? So fucking mean at work, yet here you are— whining and making a complete mess on my dick.”

You wanted to tell him to shut up. That he was wrong and much more. But you couldn’t, the man drilling into you with such precision the only legible words escaping your bruised lips were honeyed moans of his name and pleads to come.

Which Eren ate up completely, biting your skin just to feel you twitch— watch you gasp. Fuck, you were the prettiest sight; a complete mess for only his eyes.

Eren lowered to hover over your withering body, lips pressing against your chin. “Look at me, baby— lemme see you.” He breathed, attempting to keep your gaze. Instead you kept looking away, even closing your eyes and refusing to return his look.

That alone caused the man to suck his teeth, hips slowly before stopping completely; eliminating the bubble forming inside you.

Again, your high was ruined; eyes flying open to complain— a surprised yelp interrupting as he snatched you up and off the counter; pushing to turn you and lay you out— stomach down, ass up.

You wished to question this sudden position change, only for the answer to stand right infront of you. The fucking mirror. You attempted to glance away again, moaning the moment he grabbed a nice hold of your braids, pulling your head back to force you to look.

Eren leaned over you, speaking right into your ear whilst sliding back in; “Close your eyes again, I dare you.”

You whimpered at his words, gasping as his quick pace returned. You struggled to keep your eyes open with each thrust into your weakening body, nails clawing at the sleek counter whilst your moans bounced off the walls. You had long forgotten the remaining two hours of your shift, forgot about the many customers you were sure your friend was saddled with— you could only focus on Eren, his dick, his hot breath and dirty words being whispered into your ear.

You were being consumed completely, so easily— and you welcomed it fully.

The wet sounds of skin on skin contact acted as a background to the combined sounds you two released, Eren pulling back to watch himself push in and out of your wet pussy. Your ass bounced with each flick of his hips, rippling the moment his palm slammed against a cheek.

Eren grinned at the sharp whine that escaped you, pulling you right back on his dick the moment you tried to pull away. “Nah.. take it, mama. Don’t fucking run.” He huffed, gripping your hip and keeping you in place.

You felt your orgasm approaching quickly, tears treading down dried streaks as you watched yourself in the mirror. Your edges were curled, lips wet with both lip gloss and saliva, while your makeup began to run from the sheen of sweat tainting your skin. Even so, Eren still looked at you as if you were completely perfect, leaning down and whispering such right into your ear.

You gripped your hands into tight fists, crying out as you stared at him in the mirror, desperate pleas falling from your lies;

“S—so close.. fuck, fuck! Eren, please—!”

The whines were music to his ears, eyes threatening to roll back the moment he felt you fucking back; ass slapping against his body with each messy bounce. “Shit, [Name]..” He dragged, blunt nails digging into you plush skin as he drilled into you. “Come all over me, mama. Make me a mess— don’t fucking hold it.”

Eren hissed, mouth hanging open the moment he felt you clench around him tight; creaming all over his length. A drawn out swear escaped him, leaning down close whilst his hand rose to your throat. “That’s it baby, cream all over this dick.. So fucking filthy.”

You were pulled into a sloppy kiss, tongues playing and teeth colliding as he pushed himself deep inside; flooding you with his hot, thick come. Your toes curled at the feeling, walls spasming around his length as your combined arousals slipped to his balls and down to the ground beneath you.

As his hips slowed the kiss became more uniform, breathing into the other’s mouth, Eren sucking your wet muscle.

Moments passed before he pulled away, watching your form rest on the counter; rapid pants escaping you. A satisfied grin pulled his features, slowly pulling out with a soft hiss— watching his cum slowly flow out of you.

He had half a mind to push it back in.

Instead, Eren whistled lowly, hand falling to your ass and massaging where he previously slapped. “Tired sweetheart?” He questioned, eyes flicking to the mirror. He grinned at the expression that crossed your features, gripping your butt even more.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Come on, I’ll take you home.”

You slowly turned onto your back, ignoring the feeling between your legs and standing on shaky legs. You warmed as he came close, assisting you in pulling your clothes back on. “But my shift..” You dragged, gaze lifting to his face.

“It got covered.”

You blinked slowly, the pieces slowly coming together. “She was in on this, wasn’t she?”

Eren remained silent for a moment, pulling his pants up. Your gaze narrowed, reaching over to lightly slap his arm. “Eren!”

The man snorted, coming close and resting his hands onto your hips.

“You weren’t worried about it the moment you stepped in here. And you definitely won’t be when I get you home.. so come on.”

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bachiras-toaster · 6 months

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kinktober day 15: deepthroating : ̗̀➛

CAN IT GO DEEPER? ~ : ̗̀➛

EREN YEAGER x gn!reader

cw: smut, spitting, deepthroating (obviously), desperate/whiny!eren

wc: 2.2k

He looked nervously down at you and back towards the bedroom door, frantically starting to blush and sweat with an uneasy nervousness of it all. “Uh, (Y/n), I’m not sure if…”

“You don’t trust me?” You arched a brow at Eren as you knelt down in front of him at his knees. He was sat on the edge of his bed, feeling the sweat trickle down his neck as you fiddled with his belt and the fly of his jeans.

One day, somehow, Eren had nonchalantly mentioned that he was still a virgin and hadn’t even had his dick touched by a someone else. It shouldn’t have been all that surprising to you, considering that he was a little bit of a loser, but seeing how your friend had gone this far into his life without making any sort of stride in the sexual department made you feel a little disheartened for him. Being the kind friend that you were, and have a little bit of experience yourself, offered to help him out a little bit, just to teach him how it feels. And while he was admittedly quite reluctant at first, it wasn’t like he could turn down such a good offer.

Looking away from you, he could feel himself getting redder and hotter by the second. His heart started beating faster and faster as he felt your fingers gently work their way into his pants, it made him feel vulnerable yet excited all at the same time. “—You know I do—! But…”

“But what?” You paused for a moment to look up at him with a narrowed stare. “You said you wanted to know how it felt. I’m offering to help, you know…”

As you spoke, he couldn't take his eyes off you. Your hands were gentle and soft, making him feel warm inside. He let out a small sigh as you fully pulled down his zipper and undid his button. “I just didn’t think that you’d be fully committed to doing this…”

“Hey, I’m always prepared to help a friend.” You joked simply, watching the erection in his underwear slowly form a tent as it grew.

He feigned an awkward chuckle before he felt himself whine with nervousness, biting his tongue as you tugged down his boxers and revealed his fully erect member.

“I guess it goes without saying that nobody’s ever seen me like this…” His entire face flushed as he murmured that out.

“I’m someone you trust, remember?” You took the base of his cock in one of your palms and gathered your spit to spit at his tip, which caused a shock to surge up his spine. He gasped loudly when he felt your saliva on his cock, his entire body tensing up as he struggled to keep control of himself.

“Spit—?” He muttered anxiously, trying his best to keep himself under control.

“It’s to lubricate it a little.” You simply responded as you began rubbing your saliva around his shaft, letting your palm run across his faint veins with more esse thanks to the small bit of liquid you hsd transferred onto him.

The sensation sent shivers through his whole body as he moaned softly, closing his eyes tightly as he tried not to lose control over himself. The feeling of your hand running along his length was almost too much for him to handle. "B-Be gentle…”

“Yeah, of course. Don’t worry.” You said softly. “You just guide me where you want me to be.” You poked your tongue out to lick the tip of his cock, planting a gentle kiss.

He gripped the sheets tightly as he felt your tongue against his dick, his entire body shaking uncontrollably as he moaned softly. "G-God…”

Eren mentally noted how it felt a lot different than he had expected it to feel. Perhaps it was always because he had always been so used to doing it with his own hand that he couldn’t even fathom the idea of someone else’s lips being around his cock instead. He couldn’t deny how incredibly turned on he felt, his body buzzing with a sense of pleasure and excitement that he had never experienced before. It was almost as if you were able to read his mind and knew exactly how to please him.

“(Y/n)—…" He gulped, his chest heaving.

“Hm?” You hummed on his cock as your lips slowly began to slide down the base, your tongue dragging across each individual vein that you came across on his length.

The feeling of your tongue gliding across his length sent shivers of pleasure through his entire body, causing his cock to twitch in your mouth. He couldn’t help but groan softly as he felt his body becoming increasingly more sensitive.

You removed your mouth for a moment, your lips making a small ‘pop’ noise as you released his tip from your tongue. You looked up at him through an innocent stare, smiling.

“Do you like that?” You asked sweetly, almost in a whisper. You spoke in the same way one would speak to a baby, and it just made his chest flutter even more violently.

His breathing became heavier as he nodded slowly, unable to speak due to how overwhelmed he was by everything happening right now. His face flushed redder than ever before as he stared back into your eyes.

"Mmmh... Yes..." He mumbled quietly, his voice trembling slightly. "...Please…” His hand landed on your cheek to slowly caress it. “…Continue."

You obediently complied with a soft smirk as you took his cock back into your mouth, holding your own hair behind your face for a better access towards him. Eren’s muscles began to tense up and he could feel his breathing become heavier as you took more of him in each time, going about halfway down his length before sliding back up to the tip.

As you continued to take his cock deeper inside your mouth, he let out a soft moan as his breath quickened and his heart rate increased. The sound of your slurping noises only made his cock throb harder, the heat from your warm breath sending waves of pleasure throughout his system.

Eren’s hand had ran through his long hair, pushing it away from his eyes to reveal his heavily blushing face as he panted relentlessly, trying to hold himself back from whining at the satisfying feeling of you working your way deeper on his dick.

The sound of your soft humming as you sucked his cock was becoming increasingly more intoxicating and as he felt your fingers sliding down the shaft he could feel himself growing even more aroused.

Your hand landed on his thigh for an extra support as you continued to slurp on him, and you could feel the way his legs trembled as you did so. It made you smirk a little against his shaft when you felt how much his thigh vibrated against your palm, though there was a sense of flattery that you felt at the fact that he could feel this overwhelmed by your tongue.

He couldn't help but even whimper softly as you worked your way further down his length, still only going halfway each time. His hands involuntarily met your head, running his palm across your scalp as he held onto your head gently.

“(Y-Y/n)…” He stammered.

You didn’t remove his cock from your mouth this time, only looking up at him with your eyes to try and decipher what he wanted through his facial expressions.

His grip tightened around your head as he looked down at you, seeing how you were staring up at him. He moaned faintly, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

"…C-Can it go… Deeper..?" He whispered, his voice shaky as if he was barely keeping himself together. He felt flustered by the question, like he felt stupid for asking it. Although, his embarassment was combatted by your confidence.

Very steadily this time, you slid your mouth further down than you usually would have until the tip graced the back of your throat. You held yourself back to refrain from gagging before you brought yourself back up, preparing your attempt to repeat the process.

A small cry escaped his lips as you repeated the action, his whole body shaking as he tried to remain quiet. The sight of you holding yourself back was enough to make him blush deeply, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to keep himself under control. His hips twitched slightly in anticipation.

As his hips twitched upwards automatically at the sensation, his tip more violently hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag a little on impact. Saliva ran down your lip as you took a moment to try and regain control over your breathing.

After a moment, he felt your fingers tighten around his shaft. He let out a soft moan, trying to restrain himself from suddenly pushing further in as he noticed your slight struggle. He wanted to relieve your discomfort, to comfort you, but he also found himself desiring more.

His hand landed very shakily onto the back of your neck as he pushed you further down onto his cock, feeling himself grow more and more desperate for that same pleasurable rush that came with his tip hitting the back of your throat.

He felt his heart racing in his chest, his entire body shaking as he tried to fight back the urge to fuck your face harder. He felt like he was on the edge, like he might collapse soon.

It was admittedly a little bit of a struggle, but wanting Eren to have a good first time, you complied with his desperate demands and you allowed his entire cock to be pushed into your mouth every time with almost little hesitation. After a while, you had gotten used to the feeling and didn’t gag so much anymore, however tears felt like they were building in your eyes the more of him you let through your lips.

The young man's hands tightened their grip on your hair as he began thrusting his hips forward, forcing himself deeper inside your mouth each time. A loud groan left his lips as he closed his eyes tightly, biting down gently on his lower lip as he fought off an orgasm. It seemed impossible for him.

You sped up when you notice how he had began to quiver even more desperately now. He was clearly close to his orgasm, and you could see it in the way he whimpered and clinged onto his bedsheets. You really wanted to help him reach his high, so you sucked him even harder this time.

He let out an agonising groan as he felt your lips and tongue caressing him more frantically. With every passing second, he felt more and more like he was going to lose control and cum in your mouth, and it scared him. He wasn't sure if he was ready for it yet. But, you were prepared for anything else he might give you; it seemed that if he were to be denied and orgasm any longer, then he might just explode.

He felt like he was losing his mind. One hand was clutched onto his duvet covers while another latched onto your nape holding you still as he thrusted himself deep inside your throat once again.

"Oh god... Oh god..." he muttered under his breath as he kept pushing himself deeper than before. “(Y/n)— I- Think I’m gonna—“ He but his lip, feeling himself whine. “—Where do I—?”

Noting that he was asking where he should release himself, you made sure to hold your mouth wide open, gesturing to the spot on your tongue that he should cum directly onto.

His body shuddered violently at your suggestion. His face went red from embarrassment and he tried to pull away from you, his movements even more stiff because of your tight grasp on his thigh. He looked like he was about to cry as he let out a few more whimpers, but he was able to shudder and moan as he shot himself into your mouth.

Thick ropes of white liquid released itself onto your tongue, and you even lapped up the remaining bits that had landed outside of your lips, giving him a soft smile as you let yourself swallow every drop of what he had released into you.

He stared at you in shock, his eyes wide and his breathing heavy. He couldn't believe what he had just done, but he also couldn't deny how good it felt to see you enjoying it.

“Now, was that good?” You asked, licking back up the spilt liquid using your thumb and sucking the remains off of your fingerprint.

He bit his lip nervously as he looked back at you, still unsure of what to make of everything he had just done.

“...Yes.” He managed to grumble out as he stole a glance at the white stain on your tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to look away from you. “…I… Liked it.”

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adeathlessgod · 8 months

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Talking’s Overrated

featuring : Eren Yeager x fem!reader

content : MDNI, smut, Eren is whipped, he’s also a little shit, mean dom!eren if you squint, car sex, fingering, mutual masturbation, squirting, multiple orgasms, anal play, creampie, hair pulling, full nelson, friends with benefits to lovers sorta, reader is sort of a brat idk, Eren loves hair pulling, ddlg vibes if you use a magnifying glass, a little dumbification, reader has her ears pierced, Eren spits in reader’s mouth, slight degradation, DEFTONES MENTION!!!

word count : 5.7k

synopsis : After Eren ends your little fling, he asks to talk it out with you one late night. You find out he believes talking is overrated.

notes : Hi guys!!! I’m Angel, and this is my first ever fic and it took me weeks to work on, so notes, reblogs and constructive criticism are all welcomed! Hope you enjoy my loves<3

- Come outside

Your stomach flips as you read the notification on your screen, hesitantly swiping it away. It’s late on a Thursday night, it’s quiet. Your room is shrouded in darkness, only illuminated by the blaring brightness of your phone screen. You continue to scroll through Instagram, giggling at Hitch’s close friends, when another message comes through.

- Let’s talk

Talking. You chew your cheek. When was the last time you two had spoken?

“Friend, huh? Is that what I am to you?” His hands caged your head against the bathroom wall. He leaned closer, dropping his head to meet your gaze, his breath minty and warm. “Is fucking each other what friends do?”

“It was a-“

“A mistake? Is that what you think of us?” Eren was dangerously close to you now, his lips ghosting across yours.

“I never said it was a mistake,” You chewed your lip nervously as you drew in a shaky breath, “Just a one time thing.”

“There’s no fucking difference, you either want this or you don’t. You know how I feel about this,” his breath fanned over your face, your eyes flutter closed, “About you,” he pauses.

“Don’t deny me, please, let me know I’m not alone in this,” he was almost pleading now, his voice soft and strangled.

You let your head fall back, gently knocking against the wall. “Eren, I-“, you looked at him, how the sharp contours of his jaw had been softened into slopes by the low, luminescent lighting. Your eyes trailed over him slowly, like he was a wonder of the world.

Striking, green eyes, framed by long, dark lashes. A pointed Roman nose, above his plump, rosy lips and the set of shiny white teeth behind them. His smooth, olive skin, akin to sculpted sandstone. He was everything you could have asked for, everything you needed, and that was entirely too much to ask of him.

You shook your head at him, dropping his gaze ashamedly. The air in the room staled.

Eren scoffed, and his hands fell from their place on the wall. “Fine, you want to fuck Jean, go for it,” he runs a hand down his face frustratedly, “thanks for letting me know where I stand, and that this meant absolutely nothing to you.”

“Eren, that’s not-“

“Shut the fuck up, okay? You don’t get to have a say in this, you don’t get to fuck with my feelings and then tell me it’s okay. You don’t get to-“, he blows out a short breath, recollecting his thoughts. He starts again, slower, calmer, quieter, “You don’t get to break my heart and tell me that’s not what you meant, okay?”

He waits for a response, and you wait for him to shout again. You have a moment of silence, despite the muffled Deftones bleeding through the walls. Eren turns to leave, but his hand hesitates over the doorknob. Opening his mouth to speak, he casts you one more angry - no, pained - glance, and swallows.

“Do you regret this?”

You don’t respond.

The door slams behind Eren. You don’t follow him.

The door slams behind you as you step into the midnight chill, dressed in only a hoodie and shorts. The night air bites at your legs and you flex your hands at your sides routinely. The world outside is serene and caliginous - illuminated only by the spindly street lamps stationed on the sidewalk like nutcracker soldiers. Your heart sputters at the sight of Eren’s car, parked crookedly in your driveway - you can’t even see through his tinted windows. The low hum of his engine rattles his car gently, like a small, mobile refrigerator.

When you get to the passenger side, you swing the door open, slide into the plush leather seat, and close the door, all without sparing Eren a second glance. He is sitting in the driver’s seat, legs spread wide apart, in a black hoodie and grey sweats. He shifts his hips upwards as he readjusts his sitting position, his eyes never leaving your shivering figure.

He rakes over your oversized hoodie, your bare legs, your pretty, pretty face. He lingers on your face for a second too long, then he grins when he sees you press your thighs together.

“You cold?”

“Yeah, a little,” Eren hums in response as he drums his fingers against the steering wheel. His rings glint in the muted glare of the moonlight.

“Want me to turn on the heating?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” You watch as he cranks the dial up to max, and the warm air almost instantaneously rushes out of the AC vents. You slump back into your seat, revelling in the warmth. A thin film of condensation falls onto the windows, mottling the midnight scenery outside - your very own Starry Night.

“So,” Eren begins cooly, “how have you been?”

His voice was oddly impartial and you knew better than to trust Eren’s nonchalance. You look at him side-long, attempting to uncover any unkind inflections. You’re met with a lazy smile and a glint in his eyes that stokes the warmth between your legs, warmer than any heater can make you.

“I’ve been good.” A small, charged beat passes. “You?”

“I’ve been good too,” he hums. He licks his lips cockily when he asks, “Have you missed me?”

You’re a delicate instrument, and Eren wants to know if he can still remember how to play you, how to tune you to his liking.

You surrender to his disarming smile.

You breathe in. “Yeah, I did.”

Eren huffs out a quiet laugh and lets his head fall against the window. “I’ve missed you too.”

You breathe out. “Really?”

He grins. “Of course, I have.” He slowly leans across the console, “What,” he murmurs softly, “You don’t believe me?”

You squirm in your seat, flustered by his unwavering gaze. His eyes are low, and swimming with mirth. He cradles your face in his hand and your eyes flutter shut when he drags his nose along your jaw.

Your breaths are shallower now. You’re supposed to be talking, talking about you, talking about your relationship, talking about anything but how much you yearned for each other the past weeks.

You tilt your head sideways, facing him, and tentatively press your forehead to his. He’s rendered you breathless within minutes. You are drowning in him - his sight, his scent, his touch - you can’t talk, let alone breathe, not when he’s taking up all the space in the car.

All notions of reconciliation are abandoned when he presses a fleeting kiss to the shell of your ear, and then whispers, “Do I have to prove it?”

You draw in a shuddering breath.

“Please.”

His lips press into yours, hot and wet, as you lace your hands into his hair. He tastes of peppermint and marijuana. His hand trails from your cheek to your throat, squeezing gently, coaxing a small moan from you. Skimming his thumb over your pulse, his tongue slips into your mouth and you suck on it gently. Your hands tug at the hair interlocked between your fingers, and Eren releases a loud groan into your mouth.

“C’mere,” he mumbles against you. His hands slip under your thighs, and he gently manoeuvres you over the center console and into his lap. You shudder when you feel him beneath you, large and thick and impossibly hard. You roll your hips against the tent in his pants experimentally, and it pulls a moan from both of you.

He pulls away - his lips slick and swollen, still connected to yours by limp strings of saliva - to rasp, “Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, you know that?”

There is nothing other than reverence in his eyes as he surveys you. Your chest is already heaving, you’re flushed from your neck to your ears, and your lips are a dark, kiss-bitten red. An angel. My angel, Eren thinks. You hum in response and dip your head to capture his lips again. His cock is already dribbling precum, staining his sweats a dark grey. You run your tongue along his bottom lip, before sinking your teeth into it. His dick twitches.

Eren pulls away, again, to mutter huskily, “You’re so mean, baby, what am I gonna do with you?” before sliding his lips along your jaw. His lips leave a blazing trail behind them, and his hands are just as hot.

His fingers slip under the hem of your hoodie, pressing small circles into your skin that make you writhe in his lap. His lips stretch into a smirk as he descends down the column of your throat, pausing every now and again to suck bruises into your skin. His hands tug at your hoodie, with a muttered, “Off.”

You scramble to take off your oversized sweater in the confines of Eren’s car, and in your flurry of movements, you elbow the horn behind you. You jolt at the sudden squawk, but Eren’s grip on your waist keeps you grounded. He chuckles lightheartedly.

“Easy, we don’t want your neighbours knowing we’re out here, right?” he teases you. Pouting, you discard your hoodie into the passenger seat and watch Eren’s jaw go slack at the sight of your bare chest.

“No bra?” Eren immediately takes your left nipple into his hot, wet mouth and your back arches, “You’re so good to me, baby.”

You keen as he rolls the other nipple in his fingers, content with how they pebbled due to the chill of the night. He releases your nipple from his mouth with a wet pop and places sloppy, open-mouthed kisses in the valley between your breasts. His large, calloused hands fondle your breasts languidly, his cock twitching in his briefs. Moaning softly, you roll your hips against him, desperate for friction, and whimper out a needy, “Eren, please.”

He lazily grins up at you. He is so insufferable - “What do you need, baby?”

You attempt to roll your hips again, but Eren’s hands keep you stationary, “I need you.”

“Yeah? You want me to take these off for you?” He tugs at your skimpy shorts, and he chuckles when you nod enthusiastically, “Hips up, baby.” He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your thong, and he sweeps off your underwear and shorts, so you’re sitting bare in his lap. He wolf-whistles at the sight of you, pressing a few kisses to your collarbone.

Your tits, full, warm and round, your waist, melded to Eren’s touch, your thighs, plush and soft, either side of Eren’s lap, your pussy, glistening in the light, dripping onto his sweats - you’re so undeniably sexy, even more so in the moonlight painting you silver.

He runs his hands up and down your waist, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch. His lips are still swollen from your kisses, and his eyes are glazed with adoration. If you squint, you can see the hearts dancing in his eyes. Your heart flutters. You’re Eren’s, his to hold, his to fuck, his to love. He doesn’t deserve you - he knows that much - but he is willing to ruin your friendship if it meant being able to see you like this again. His eyes widen when he sees you palm your breasts, spilling out of the gaps between your fingers. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and warmth courses between your legs.

“Stop it.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie by your voice. He clears his throat briefly. “Stop what?”

You wiggle on his lap, juggling your tits, smiling coyly, “Staring.”

He grins at you, brazen, “Never.”

His breath fans against your chest, hot, and his tongue slides across your sternum, hotter. He pulls you in for another kiss, a slower, softer one this time, and lets his hands roam around you freely. One hand rests on the small of your back, the other sliding down the plane of your stomach to where you need him most.

Your hips buck to meet him halfway. “Please, Eren-“

His fingers finally come into contact with your core, and you let out a strained whimper at his fleeting touch. He ghosts over your clit, chuckling at your displeasure. Just as you are about to whine again, he starts applying pressure to your swollen nub - just enough to make your head spin - as he clicks his tongue.

“Patience, baby. No more whining, you know I’ll give it to you good.“ He dips a finger between your folds, running it along your slit, before plunging it into you.

You gasp quietly as he begins thrusting it in and out of you. His fingers are long and thick, adorned with thick silver rings, nestled against that gummy spot that makes your knees weak. The stretch is delicious, something your fingers could never achieve. You can hear the squelch squelch squelch echo around the car before he even adds another finger. You’re mildly aware that you’re dripping down his wrist, but your mind is too foggy with pleasure to feel an inkling of shame. You’ve never been this wet for anyone before, and your heart hammers wildly in your chest.

“You hear that baby?” Eren teases you, “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” You whimper and bury your head into the crook of his neck. He slides in another finger, stretching you open, open, open. His rings graze your clit and you hum eagerly. You resort to bouncing on his hand, your gut beginning to tighten. Eren’s fingers still as he watches you. His voice is lowered to a husky drawl - “Go on, I want to see your cum on my fingers. Use me, baby.”

You begin to rock your hips faster, encouraged by his coos, the flames in your gut beginning to spread. Your gyrations become erratic and uneven. You pant into his ear wantonly, your breasts bouncing with your every move.

Gritting his teeth, Eren throws his head back. Moan by moan, you’re sending him closer to the edge. The hold you have on him is debilitating, and he’ll finish soon - untouched - if you don’t stop whining into his ear like a bitch in heat.

“Look at me,” Eren commands suddenly, tugging your hair. “I want to see you cum for me.”

Placing your hands on his shoulders, holding his gaze, you grind your clit against the heel of his palm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your legs lock around his waist at this newfound degree of pleasure. Moans are tumbling out of you unrestrained now, your voice high, whiny and loud. You are on the brink of orgasm, painstakingly close, and as Eren tugs your hair again, you lose it.

Your vision blurs and your legs shake as the world stutters on its axis. You spasm and clench around Eren’s hand, dripping onto the seat below you. Pleasure washes over you in waves, each one less intense than the last. You fall into Eren’s chest, breathing heavily as you come down from your high.

Eren looks at the mess you’ve made, chews his lip - letting out a low fuuuuck - before asking if, “You’re okay?”

You hum in response, barely registering Eren’s question. He flips you swiftly, and your back is now flush with his chest. His hoodie is warm and scratchy against your skin. Eren tugs your hair again, lighter this time, and you look at up him, eyes wide and glazed over.

Eren sucks in a breath as he stares at you, basking in your post-orgasm glow. Your skin shimmers in the dim light filtered through his windscreen, casting your face half in shadow. Your eyes are low and your chest heaves with your sharp and fast inhales. He brings his hand up to your cheek, swiping his thumb under your eye, the other cupping your sex.

“I could cum just looking at you,” he murmurs.

You lean into his embrace, whispering, “I can cum just thinking about you.”

A hoarse groan spills from his throat, and a hard slap is landed to your clit. Your whole body lurches as you mewl loudly.

“Is that right?” he chuckled breathlessly, “Do you think about me when you touch this dirty little pussy of yours at night?” You nod avidly, and he rewards you with a few harsh circles to your clit.

“Show me,” he said, leaning forward to watch his fingers play with your pussy, “Show me how hard you cum when you think about me.” He hoists you up so he can shove his sweats halfway down his thighs - no underwear? God, he’s such a slut - and your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, bobbing between your legs.

It was long, and girthy, the head flushed to an angry red. Precum dribbled steadily from the tip, trickling down his shaft in translucent streams. A bulging vein runs down the underside of his cock, straight to where his balls sit, heavy and warm. Gripping his cock at the base, he smacks the bulbous head again your clit twice. Your legs spasm either side of him and he smirks before spitting, a fat glob of saliva landing onto your puffy clit.

He taps your clit again, gentler, encouraging, as he urges you, “Touch yourself, baby. I won’t ask again.” The shift in his tone is evident as his eyes darken, forest green now a deep viridian. You bite your bottoms lip as you slide a hand down your body, the other idly kneading your left breast.

Your fingers draw lazy circles around your entrance before dipping a finger between your folds. You sigh breathily, allowing your head to fall against his shoulder, and Eren begins pumping himself slowly. You slip a finger into yourself, before bringing it back up to your lips. Eren watches keenly as you suck your essence off your fingers, then dip them back between your legs. You purr as you thrust two fingers into yourself, massaging that gummy spot that makes you dizzy. You begin to go faster, synchronous to the pumps of Eren’s hands.

His grunts are low and heavy in your ears, goading you to, “Go faster, I want to see you cum all over your fingers like the slut you are.”

You throw your head back in ecstasy, your fingers now hammering into your little hole, coaxing little spurts of arousal out of you with every pump. Eren uses your cum as a lubricant, slicking his shaft as he fists his cock aggressively. His dick nearly glitters in the moonlight, lathered in a milky sheen of your arousal. He snakes his vacant hand up your body, briefly squeezing your throat, your pulse hammering beneath his fingertips.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream, and he takes the opportunity to shove his fingers into your mouth. He watches saliva pool in your mouth, before spitting in it. You hum delightedly, your face so vacant with pleasure it makes Eren curse. As Eren pulls his fingers out of your mouth, spit dribbles down your chin and into the concaves of your collarbone.

“Such a messy girl, aren’t you?” he coos. You blink slowly, and then nod blankly. “Bet you don’t even know what I said, huh? So cockdrunk already,” he tuts at you lovingly as he brings his free hand to your second entrance.

When he circles your puckered hole, you gasp quietly. He shushes you tenderly, and he feels you give way beneath his finger tips.

“Good girl, gonna let me have all of you, right?” you agree mindlessly, dazed in the pursuit of your orgasm. He chuckles at you, how dumb you are for him, before slipping a finger into you, knuckle deep. Your body contorts and you let out a sharp cry. Eren grips the base of his cock to prevent the orgasm threatening to crest at the sound of your cries.

Even with one finger down there, you feel so full, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You slam your free hand on the steamy window, plastering a hand-shaped spyhole onto it. Your fingers speed up and you begin to pant when you sense your core begin to twist.

“Eren- I’m so close, fuck,” Eren slides a second finger into your ass and you let out a loud, debauched, filthy moan. You lick your lips longingly, watching beads of precum drip over Eren’s hands as he smears it over his shaft.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Eren grunts against your neck, “Gonna make me cum.”

Knowing Eren was here, with you, being driven to the edge by your wanton cries and unabashed pleasure, sends you toppling headfirst into your second orgasm of the night.

Your back arches wildly and you wail out Eren’s name as you shake and convulse. You twitch violently around Eren’s fingers, simultaneously gushing onto yours. Your wrist is dripping with your arousal, as is Eren’s entire cock. As you thrash on his lap, he slowly retracts his fingers from your ass.

He slides his lips along your jaw, his tongue darting out to taste the sweat beaded along your face, before tilting your head with a large hand and kissing you. You suck on his bottom lip before sinking your teeth into it softly, just how he likes it.

With a throaty moan, Eren follows you and hot, thick ropes of cum shoot out from his cock. They drape over your thighs, the steering wheel and your stomach like silvery garlands of pearls. He lets out a small grunt as the last spurts fall limply onto his hand.

You whine breathily as he rubs his cock through your folds. He gently rolls his hips upwards, and his balls hit your round ass with a small plap. He pulls away from your heated kiss, and you chase his lips desperately - you’re pathetic.

The head of his massive cock aligns with your belly button and Eren, gripping his shaft by the base, taps his tip against your navel, admiring the thin strings of precum that linger.

His voice drips with sadistic enthusiasm when he drawls, “I’m gonna be in your stomach, baby. Can you take it?”

“Eren, please, I need you.” You roll your hips against the hard length of his member.

He chuckles at your wanton desperation. “You want it, baby?” You nod fervently. “How bad?”

“So, so, so bad, please fuck me, Eren.” Your head lolls back onto his shoulder, and your eyes lock onto his with blind adoration. He presses a quick kiss to your hairline, and then your forehead.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He presses his cock against your entrance, slowly, slowly, slowly pushing past that tight ring of muscle. You sigh dreamily as Eren nibbles on your earlobe, occasionally tugging at your piercings.

He pauses briefly when he bottoms out. You squirm in his arms before he scolds you, slapping your inner thigh harshly. The eerie silence of the world around you fades into your ears ringing when he slowly - agonisingly - begins thrusting. His cock drags along your walls perfectly with every precise roll of his hips. His groans echo around the car. The joint sounds of your ecstasy nearly drown out the lewd squelches between your legs.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when Eren hammers your g-spot. You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your release begin to crest. Eren’s breath is hot against your neck and his muttered praises cloud your brain.

One of your hands travels up to entangle itself in Eren’s hair. He turns and plants a wet kiss on your palm. His thrusts become more rapid and shallow as you clench around him. You feel the car rock in time with his thrusts and you sigh happily.

You want your neighbours to know you’re getting fucked senseless. You want the world to know how good you’re getting it right now. Though now, your world has you spread on his lap like a fuckdoll and is pounding you like an animal.

You hiccup as Eren sinks his teeth into your palm. “You okay, pretty girl? Been quiet for a while.” When you nod, he presses his wet lips to your cheek, plastering his smile on you. He slides a hand down to your clit and begins rubbing it in small, quick circles. “No worries, I’ll have you screamin’ my name in no time. Gonna turn you into my little rag-doll.”

Your back arches as his thrusts also pick up speed. Every thrust has your legs trembling and voice cracking.

“Eren- fuck, it’s so good,” you babble in your gut-wrenching pleasure.

“Yeah?” His smirk is hot against your neck. He whispers, “How good?”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he thrusts impossibly faster. Your hands dig into his biceps and when you feel blood bead at the skin, he hisses in pleasure.

“So good, no one does it like you, Eren.”

He throws his head back with a hearty groan. God, you don’t know what you do to him. Every time he thinks you’ve lured him in deep enough, he finds himself diving into you again, until he’s drowning in your wet, warm depths.

Your eyes meet his again. Your lashes flutter and Eren presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead after brushing away the hair plastered to it.

“Oh, yeah? It’s that good?” You nod lazily, your body jolting with the force of his thrusts. He takes one of your tits in his palm and squeezes hard. He lowers his mouth to yours, and you wet your lips in anticipation. “You gotta cum all over me then.”

You do. Ecstasy dances down your spine as you cry out his name. You squeeze your eyes shut as your clamp down on Eren’s cock. White flashes behind your eyelids like fireworks. You moan his name again and again and again and he tells you he knows, he knows, he knows. Your arousal drips down his shaft, leaving a glistening trail past his balls and onto the padded leather beneath you both.

“Good girl,” he coos. He brings the fingers circling your clit up to your lips, and you dart your tongue out to taste yourself.

His pace never relents, not even when you’re sobbing wildly. The aftershocks of your previous orgasm fade, and you’re already teetering on the edge of another. You wring your hands in the sweat-sodden material of his hoodie. You sob, “I’m gonna cum again.”

“Already?” he tuts and laughs, his voice husky and low. He hums in approval before pinching your nipple tightly. The pain elicits a sweet, little cry from you. His voice is strangled when he asks, “Tell me what you need.”

“More, I need more, I need it harder,” you whine into his neck. You nuzzle into his collarbone, deeply inhaling his warm, vanilla cologne.

“You want harder? I’ll give you harder, you little slut,” he grunts as he hooks his arms under your knees, pinning them to your chest. The change in position angles his cock so deep into you, you can feel him in your throat. When you feel the head of his cock ram into your cervix, you shriek - half pain, half pleasure - and Eren swallows your cries with a wet and sloppy kiss, much like the mess between your legs.

Incoherent moans tumble from your mouth, your eyes find sanctuary in the back of your head and your wetness floods the seat below you. The sharp pain makes you gasp, makes your toes curl. The pads of Eren’s fingers are warm against your knees and his breath is searing against your neck. He continues to split you open on his cock, intent on ruining you on his lap.

He lifts his head to observe you, to admire your undoing. Your skin is sweaty and flushed, your lashes beaded with tears, your lips swollen and bitten. You’re a sight for sore eyes, a glimpse of heaven in his arms. Your eyes snap to his and you whimper in shame, mustering up the scraps of dignity you had remaining, shying away from the ferocity in his eyes.

Eren chuckles dryly at you. He calls your name. Once. Twice. You shake your head and bury it into your chest.

“Oh, no, no, no.” His hands come to rest on the back of your head, arms still hooked under your knees, and he roughly yanks your head back to look at him.

You gasp, “Eren-“

“Look at me.” Your eyes lock onto his. “Look at this.” He tilts your head down, maintaining his ruthless pace, “Look at you, baby, getting so wet for me.”

You laugh and sob, surveying the mess you’ve created. Your arousal is spread between your thighs - thick, slimy strings connecting your thighs to Eren’s. Your lips are stretched around his width, suctioning him into you with a lewd squelch. It’s so wet and sloppy and messy and it’s so, so perfect.

“Feels so- so, so good, baby, fuck,” you babble this out to Eren and he belts out his handsome, disarming laugh.

“Yeah? Bet it does.” You melt even further into his touch when he places a kiss to the crown of your head.

Watching yourself get split open by Eren sends you hurtling towards your release, so you breathe out a quiet, “Cumming.”

Eren chuckles, drops his lips to your ear, and murmurs, “Are you asking or telling me?”

You shake your head weakly. “Don’t make me beg.”

He chuckles quietly, deciding to take mercy on you. Eren sinks his teeth into your earlobe before he gives you a deep, hard thrust, and then commands you to, “Cum.”

Your legs go limp as the world stutters on its axis. The pleasure is mind-numbingly intense and white-hot bursts of relief wrack your body rhythmically. Your mouth gapes in a silent scream as Eren slams himself into your cervix again and again. Hot tears roll down your cheeks, and your head kills back onto his shoulder, too weak to watch yourself cum around him.

Your arousal, clear and copious, sprays everywhere in his car : his seat, the steering wheel, the windscreen, even your body. Eren moans at the sight of you squirting all over his car, you marking your territory. You shudder helplessly in his grasp, succumbing to the heat dousing your limbs. If not for Eren’s tight grip on you, you would have collapsed.

He keeps going, keeps thrusting, desperate to join you in the pleasure of orgasm. His thrusts become sloppier, but no less deep. You mewl with every pump of his hips against yours, overly sensitive and stimulated.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he pants, strained and shaky, in your ear.

You moan at the thought of his hot, thick cum filling you up. “Inside, Eren, please, please, please-“

He cuts you off with a pained groan, “Fuck, you know I can’t do that.”

“Please, Eren, please,” you plead with him, your eyes wide and glassy, “Don’t I deserve it?”

His eyes snap shut and he lets out a shaky, ragged breath. “Shit, you’re making this really hard for me.” His hips pummel you faster, shallower, irregular, as if he’s losing his restraint.

Fuck it, he’s come this far, and he can’t say no to you. “You want it, baby? You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes, yes, yes, I need it Eren, please give it to me,” you whimper desperately.

“Fuck,” he whines as he thrusts into you a final time, unloading himself into you. Sighing happily, you press a kiss to his cheek as you feel the warm spurts of cum paint your insides. He only pulls out when he stops pulsing inside you, wincing slightly.

Eren slumps against your shoulder, his chest rattling with every breath. Your hands tangle into his thick, chestnut hair. He grunts in approval. Quick, fleeting kisses are pressed to your shoulders and you shudder. Your movement reminds you of the mess between your legs, and you suddenly feel filthy.

“Eren,” your voice is nothing more than a whisper.

Eren’s response is muffled by your neck. “Yes, baby?”

You sniffle. “I’m messy,” Eren jerks up, seemingly rejuvenated after remembering the importance of aftercare.

“Shit, sorry, I’ll clean you up now,” he reaches for your hoodie and starts wiping at your inner thighs. He grins up at you over your shoulder - “You really made a mess huh?”

You shuffle awkwardly in his lap. You had squirted on his skylight, a mess was an understatement.

The corners of his lips pull upwards into a smirk, “Don’t worry about it, ‘m getting my car detailed anyway.” Humming when he’s deemed you clean, he rotates you so you’re eye to eye. His eyes twinkle with undulating lust as he wipes away your tears. “You good?”

You nod meekly, nuzzling his calloused palm.

He pinches your thigh. “Don’t get all shy on me now, you were being real loud earlier.” He tosses the hoodie into the backseat before placing kisses to both of your breasts. His brows pinch at the slightly pensive expression plastered on your face.

He tugs your hair lightly. “Do you want me to get you a Plan B? We can-“

“We were supposed to be talking, Eren,” you wring his hoodie in your hands.

A cocky grin spread across Eren’s face. “Oh, she was definitely talking to me,” he moves to cup your sex, but you swat his hand away. His smile drops at the deflated look in your face.

Sighing, you ask, “Are we ever going to talk about this?”

He frowns, brushing your hair out of your face. “I thought we were gonna forget about it? One time thing, you know?”

You sigh softly and slip your hands under the hem of his hoodie. As you run your hands along the ridges of Eren’s abdomen, his cock bobs.

“We can’t keep using that as an excuse to-“

“Do you regret it?”

“Huh?” Your head snaps up to meet his gaze and his eyes are glinting mischievously.

Squeezing your face between his fingers, Eren pulls your face towards his. His tongue slides along your bottom lip before he reclines. “Do you regret this? Us?”

You swallow.

You don’t respond.

But this time, Eren knows better.

He captures you in a slow, sloppy kiss. His lips meld to yours as he murmurs, “I don’t think we have to talk about anything then.” He sucks your bottom lip slowly, letting it swell in his mouth, before smirking impishly as he rasps, “Talking’s overrated.”

#eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader smut #this is my baby #pls be nice #very new to this so idk what happens next #i need him #angel’s fics

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satorutini · 4 months

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"caution! this could get ugly" - eren yeager

Pairing: eren x reader

Summary: It's hard to get into the Christmas spirit when you work through winter break. But when you attend your coworker's annual ugly sweater party in an attempt to get into the holiday spirit, a certain green-eyed line cook is determined to make that a challenge.

Or;

The Chili's!AU Christmas party one-shot no one asked for

wc: 6.6k

Tags: enemies to lovers, coworkers!au

Content warnings: smut, oral ( f receiving), spit play, drug references, eren has big ass hands, minors dni

my first fic in an anime fandom, pls be gentle! you can't tell me eren doesn't give off headass-but-secretly-softie line cook vibes... you can't tell me he doesn't look like that one guy you wanted to smash that one time at work!

um...happy holidays, y'all!

read on ao3 | masterlist | twt

The lady at table six doesn’t deserve about half of the attitude that she’s getting from you tonight. Besides, it’s not her fault all of the sides to each meal she ordered were wrong. It’s not her fault her appetizer had to be recalled two times because there were onions in the guacamole on both instances when her chips and dip platter arrived at the table. She’s not the one who cooked her husband’s steak well-done instead of medium-rare. Of course not, because as she oh-so considerably informs you over the distressed screams of her high-chair-bound toddler, she would never cook a New York strip steak like that.

But between the chaos of the dinner rush and the mishaps of a particular line cook who seems hell-bent on making your night as difficult as possible, table six and her husband are lucky that you are even able to flash them a drawn smile before stalking off.

The double doors to the kitchen – so lovingly called the heart of the house - are a thin veil between utter mayhem and the generally calm atmosphere of the dining area, never staying for longer than a second as waiters rush to tend to their tables. Stepping into the chaos, several obstacles stand between you and the culprit of your terrible night. Fellow employees swarm the narrow walking space, and you slip by with practiced ease and the occasional apology. You’re almost a little envious as you take note of them – no one else looks as half as pressed as you do tonight. As they should be, it’s only a Tuesday night. Not even the weekend yet. And yet, as you shimmy your way through the back of the house, you can’t help but feel a similar fatigue and exasperation that typically follows a Friday night shift. This only serves to further solidify your resolve as you duck past a team of waiters off to serve a business party. A long, stainless-steel counter runs the length of the kitchen space, with shelves that reach the ceiling, effectively separating the servers from the cooking staff. Waiters and line cooks take turns sliding completed and returned orders beneath the shelving, and heat lamps attached to the bottom of the last shelf to preserve the food. It is within this space that you all but shove your head beneath the heat lamps to give Eren Jaeger a piece of your mind.

“Do you have a problem?”

“Yeah, actually.” Eren, standing idly over the stove top adjacent to you whips around at the sound of your voice. He makes a wry face at the sight of you, hunched over the countertop and under the warm hutch, forced to cram your neck in a certain direction to give Eren the full force of your scowl. For all his nonchalance, there’s a glint in his eyes. “You haven’t come to talk to me since you started your shift.”

You blink once, twice, before all but slamming your head into the shelf above you in an attempt to swipe at Eren across the counter. “Are you – are you fucking joking right now? Are you actually fucking messing with my table’s orders because I didn’t say ‘hi’ when I walked in?” Eren sucks his teeth, pretending to rearrange some condiments in front of him. “You’ve been here for two hours already. It’s polite to greet your seniors. Seems you’ve lost all your manners while you were away at college.”

Right eye twitching at the condescending note in his tone, you rear back, ready to straight up drag him into the walk-in and show him just how polite your fists could be. That thought is quickly sidetracked as a broom handle to the back of the knees sends you stumbling back from the countertop. Your manager stands behind you, arms akimbo, broom in one hand. He pointedly offers you a serving tray.

“Your steak is getting cold.” Stern, curt, and orderly, your night manager is infamous for running a tight ship. But even he, for all his methodology and patience, gets run ragged by the customer service industry. If you thought you were over tonight, Levi looks just about ready to turn in his two weeks.

“What about-,”

“I’ll handle him. Now get back to your other tables before I make you clean the bathrooms.” The night shift manager threatens to strike you with the broom handle again before passing off the tray and pushing you in the right direction.

You spare an accusatory glare at Eren, who watches on in bemusement. Rude bitch, he mouths, wiggling his fingers in a girlish wave.

The rest of the night goes on fairly smoothly. The dinner rush subsides just as quickly as it came. No one asks you to sing the Happy Birthday song. The incident at table six lands you a meager tip, but you grin and bear it. Better than nothing at all. Or worse, change. This seems to be the case for Sasha, a regular dinner shift waitress. She marches through the double doors with a fist full of nickels and dimes courteous of her last table of the night – a group of college students. Cursing under her breath, it’s obvious your coworker is ready to call it a night hide in the back with a basket of rolls until close.

There’s an obvious shift in mood as your team transitions to its closing routine. As Levi thanks the last customers for the night and locks the door behind them, the tension from the day seems to almost melt away instantaneously. Connie, a back-of-the-house member who ends up stuck by the dishwasher most nights, takes the opportunity to hijack the restaurant’s stereo system to blast trap music you only know the chorus to.

Closing, believe it or not, is your favorite part of the job. You take pride in how dutifully you restock, fold cutlery, wipe tables, and somehow always manage to avoid being assigned the task of sweeping the dining areas. You’d rather be caught dead before you struggle with that insolent, brittle plastic broom against an entire night’s worth of grime and dropped food. Instead, when Levi wordlessly hands it off to you this time, you make your way to the back of the house, prepared to bestow this lovely gift to the main antagonist of your shift.

You discover Eren lounging outside the storage shed behind the restaurant, the tell-tale sign of the flicker of a lighter giving him away. And the smell. The heady burn of a Backwood climbs its way up your nostrils as you approach him, languidly smoking half a blunt on the clock.

“Y’know the longer you sit out here, the longer it’s gonna take for us to get the fuck out, right?” Eren greets your matter-of-fact tone with a cloud of smoke, thick and distinct in the crisp winter night air. You shoot Eren a disapproving look as you approach plastic broom in hand, fully prepared to guilt trip your coworker into taking on your least favorite closing duty. “You’re really pushing your luck tonight, aren’t you? You’re so lucky it’s too cold for Levi to come out here and bust your ass himself.”

This isn’t the first time the heart-of-the-house worker had snuck off to light up before joining the clean-up routine. Connie and Eren regularly covered for each other’s smoke breaks, so often that even Levi began to turn a blind eye as long as everyone clocked out on time. The line cooks' routine typically didn’t affect much on your end unless it was a night like this – a night when everyone had plans afterward.

Tonight, there was a holiday party at stake.

“Levi’s got a soft spot for me, you know,” Eren scoffs, taking another drag from the half-smoked blunt. He still has yet to fully face you, perched on a stack of discarded crates and angled away from the kitchen’s back entrance. Tucked away in the shadow of the storage shed, Eren ashes off the corner of the small building. “Besides, even he can’t resist my charm.”

Rolling your eyes, you wave the plastic broom in front of him, threatening to poke him in the ribs when he begins to protest. “Charm won’t save you from sweeping duty tonight. After what your petty ass put me through tonight – here, take it.”

Eren raises an eyebrow, throwing his hands up in protest when you move to toss the broom handle at him carelessly. He gripes, “I’ve got better things to do than clean up after you.” The blunt in his hand smolders near his fingertips. You pluck it from his hands with little resistance and take a hit, brow crinkling at the taste. Your lungs ache and warm at the sensation.

“Yeah? Yeah, like this?” You wheeze and hope he attributes the water gathering at the corners of your eyes to the cold. “Just get it done, and let’s finish this so we can all get to the party on time.” Eren watches in dismay as you stomp out the remains of his roach.

“Someone’s in a hurry…A Grinch like you, it can’t possibly be the Christmas spirit?” Eren narrowly avoids being jabbed in the ribs again, jumping from his hiding spot when you lunge. He eyes your tense shoulders, nearly hiked up to your ears, and the impatience in your stance. In the years you’ve worked together, your general disdainful demeanor towards him is nothing new, but there’s something else. Something else that leads Eren to believe that the dark flush of your cheeks has little to do with the winter air. He swipes the broom from your grasp, approaching you with a wolfish grin. You instinctively take a step back, a little less confident now with the broom no longer as your barrier. Confronting Eren over kitchen counters, between restaurant booths, and across busy back-of-the-house spaces in the presence of your other coworkers was one thing. But as the young man towers over you, gaze shadowed in the dim glow of the moon and the weak holiday lights haphazardly strewn about the awning around the restaurant, you can’t help but shrink a little under his direct attention.

After a tense moment of silence, Eren relents. “Alright, alright. I’ll get it done. But you owe me a dance later at the party.”

Your stupor was broken, you sputter and gawk up at him, at his audacity. “I- Me? Dance for you? Dream on, slacker. Now, move it. I’ve got tables to wipe down, and I’m not waiting for you to finish sweeping.”

Working at Pepper’s had only meant to be a summertime gig, at first. Looking for a quick way to make some cash before the start of your first year in college, the local Tex-Mex chain restaurant was your least enthusiastic option. A popular location in your small town, it was one of a few dining options that didn’t require you to drive out into the city to enjoy. The idea of running into one of your former high school classmates while donning the company apron and signature red visor, toting a serving tray - or worse, working with one of them - mortified you. But chain restaurants were always hiring, and you needed money fast. Eventually, working the evening shift as a waitress during breaks from school became the norm - until now. Now, as the start of the final spring semester of your undergraduate program approaches, you're left to consider what the next summer will really look like for you once you graduate. Besides, it wasn’t like this was going to be your career, right?

Right?

In your years on staff, Sasha’s ugly sweater party had become an unofficial team bonding event of sorts. No matter how new someone was to the staff or how frequently they were on shift, everyone came to Sasha’s. And everyone came dressed accordingly, or you were turned away at the door. A night of ugly sweaters, spiked eggnog, and best of all, Secret Santa. Since your freshman year of college, Sasha’s holiday party was always something you could look forward to.

You anxiously eye a little red gift bag from across your coworker’s living room, trying to hide your grimace behind your second glass of wine.

“You look like you’re waiting for a bomb to go off.” The hostess of the night is pretty quick to clock your demeanor. Sasha slides onto the couch next to you, her sweater an egregious display of flashing multicolored lights, silver tinsel, and a giant patch of Rudolph the red nose reindeer sledding down a mountain in sunglasses stitched to her chest.

You force a smile, attempting to play off your nerves. “No bomb, just…Secret Santa jitters, you know?”

“Ah, the classic Secret Santa anxiety.” Your companion watches as your nervous gaze flickers from the gift table to a certain couple in matching argyle sweaters with tiny Christmas trees sewn in between the jacquard diamonds, huddled in the doorway into the kitchen. Sasha’s eyes widen in understanding. “Can I take a wild guess at who you got?”

You realize you’re not-so-subtly glaring at Jean, who’s laughing with his uninvited guest across the room. Jean, your coworker, and former daytime shift waiter. Jean, your friend whom you’ve admired from afar for his kindness and tenacity. Jean, who got promoted to manager at some point while you were away finishing your last fall semester at college and didn’t tell you. Jean, whom you have the worst, most horrendous crush on. You take another sip from your drink to avoid the pitiful look you know is on Sasha’s face. “I just hope he likes what I got him. I mean, we’re not exactly best buddies or anything...”

If Sasha catches the sour note in your voice, she says nothing to acknowledge it. “I’m sure you know him better than you think.”

You can’t help but huff in exasperation. “That’s the problem though, isn’t it? Ever since I switched from dayshift in the fall, ever since I went back to campus, he’s been so distant. I could’ve sworn we were getting somewhere over the summer, but now…” You tip your glass listlessly in the direction of the object of your ire, whose arm is wrapped around none other than Mikasa, a waitress who quit last year but still hangs around some of your coworkers. Apparently.

Everyone comes to Sasha’s Christmas party.

It goes without saying that Jean is with Mikasa now, but your eyes can’t help but linger in his direction anyway. After all, the last time you saw him…

The pool party. That pool house. The surprise that colored his eyes and flushed his cheeks when you kissed him.

You shake off the memory, scowl deepening. The hostess herself leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on, spill. What’d you get him?”

You glance around for any eavesdroppers before revealing, “A leather-bound journal. He’s always jotting things down, and I thought it might come in handy.”

Sasha squeezes the hand on your lap not balancing a drink and offers you an encouraging smile. “Not bad! Thoughtful and practical. I’m sure he’ll love it.”

You nod, a bit more reassured. “I hope so. It’s just…I really wanted to get him something he’d like, you know?” You watch as Jean presses a doting kiss to Mikasa’s forehead, smiling into her hairline. He has yet to look your way once, except for at your arrival.

Sasha pats your shoulder. “Don’t worry too much. It’s the thought that counts.”

The thought. You scoff. You think you might need a third glass of wine.

As Sasha wanders off to mingle with the other guests, a mix of cashiers and kitchen staff amused with seeing one another outside of shift schedules, your attention is drawn to Eren, who seats himself in the spot that Sasha once occupied with all the languor of someone who didn’t show up to the party sober. It doesn’t take much for him to reveal that he heard most of your previous exchange.

“Secret Santa jitters, huh?” he teases, propping himself up against one arm of the sofa. The line cook wears a dark blue cable knit sweater, with what you think is some horrific reimagining of Bob Ross knitted across his chest. Tiny, tinkling silver bells adorn the hem, glittering as he shifts in his seat. His hair, typically tied up and away from his face during shifts, spills loosely over his shoulders and shags over his eyes. You recall the way he looked at you earlier in the night behind the storage shed and remember his insistence that you dance with him at this party. In the warm lighting from the barrage of Christmas lights that line Sasha’s living room ceiling, he almost looks pretty like this.

You shoot him a look. “What’s it to you, Eren?”

“Just wondering if I made the nice list,” he quips, winking playfully. You make note of the lack of red rimming his eyes. Maybe he is sober then?

“Cute,” you scoff, trying to dismiss the way heat rises to your cheeks at the comment. Maybe you’re the one that needs to sober up. “Now go sweep something or whatever is it you do when you’re not getting high and crashing parties.”

Eren smirks but doesn’t leave. Instead, he nods in the direction of the gift table, of the little red disaster bag that haunts the corner of your eye. “So, who’s the lucky recipient of your generosity?”

You sigh, giving in to the conversation. “Well, the point of Secret Santa is that it’s a secret-,”

“Jean, huh? That’s interesting.” While you sputter at his presumptuousness, Eren’s expression tightens for a moment, and you can almost see the wheels turning in his head.

Before you can question his tone – or how the hell he had even overheard you and Sasha, for that matter – Sasha calls for attention announcing the start of the gift exchange.

You leave Eren on the couch to grab your present, eager to get away from whatever that was. You have enough to be anxious about tonight without Eren Jeager getting into the mix. Unsure how Jean will react to your carefully chosen present, you grip the little red bag a little tighter.

In the end, you don’t even get to witness Jean’s reaction to your gift. All of that tension, all of your worries on the drive here, all of your anxiety leading up to this moment is all for naught. Eren Jeager makes sure of that.

He doesn’t even try to sound remorseful once he spills his wine down the front of your sweater just as you’re about to hand off your gift to your should-be-former crush. You had mustered up the courage to approach Jean, who had finally wrenched himself from Mikasa’s grasp for a brief moment to collect a wrapped parcel of his own. But as soon as you reach out to catch the day shift manager’s attention, your entire body is shifted off-center. Eren collides into your right side, tipping his glass into your chest with little more than a half-assed, “Whoops, my bad.”

You gasp, the force of Eren’s weight and a mix of shock and horror sending you reeling back from Jean. The surrounding partygoers come to a halt, Jean included as he turns to finally take in the sight of you for the first time tonight, mortified and doused in red wine that bleeds through the front of your white cashmere sweater like an open wound. The little red gift bag hangs limply in your hands.

Jean calls your name, voice colored with surprise and concern, but you’re already marching towards the bathroom, eyes stinging, hands shaking, dropping the gift bag somewhere on the way between pushing through little clusters of your coworkers all squeezed into Sasha’s homey apartment.

Much to your relief, the bathroom to the guest bedroom is already unlocked and unoccupied, a temporary haven for you to gather your bearings.

Or so you thought.

It’s not long before Eren finds you, gently knocking on the door with a soft call of your name. You’ve spent the past few minutes fruitlessly dabbing at the stain blossoming on your chest with paper towels and cold water, only succeeding in smearing it into a much larger mess. The snowflakes carefully stitched into the pattern of your sweater begin to take on a faint salmon color, the sight in the mirror only serving to fuel your frustration. Tears well up in your eyes as mortification over the night’s events threaten to overwhelm you, but Eren’s voice startles you into a sense of annoyance. In your panic and haste, you had forgotten to lock the door behind you.

The bathroom door swings open, and you glance up in time to see Eren duck inside, his expression softened with a hint of something you’re too bewildered to decipher. Your heart sinks when you realize Jean doesn’t file in behind him.

“Need some help?” Eren offers, an uncharacteristically sincere tone to his voice.

You shoot him a skeptical look, “Are you being serious right now?”

Rather than back off when met with your icy demeanor, Eren closes the door behind him. And rather than tell him off when he turns you to face him, nearly bumping heads in the cramped guest bathroom, you both set to work with damp paper towels.

You work in silence, under the harsh fluorescent lighting, the sounds of the party raging on outside. Eren’s touch is gentle, and purposeful as he braces your shoulder with one hand and dabs just under your neckline with the other. A pensive look falls over his face. You wait for an apology that doesn’t come.

Distantly, you hear the Christmas music switch to something with a little more bass and know that Connie has hijacked the speaker. As you dab at the hem of your sweater, convinced that the stain would be a permanent fixture in your sweater at this point, you glance up to notice a smile playing on your intruder’s lips.

You shoot him a withering look, “You think this is funny?”

Eren breaks out into a full-on smirk, impish even, looking a bit more like the line cook you’ve known to antagonize you. He tosses his paper towel in the trash and leans against the bathroom counter, his green eyes fixed on you. For a brief moment, they simmer with spitefulness. “I think it’s a hell of a lot less depressing than watching you openly moon over horse face.”

“Horse face?” You blanch. “You mean Jean-,”

“-Besides, I did you a favor. Now you don’t have to go and be disappointed him.”

Your frustration grows, but beneath it, there’s a spark of defiance. You snap at him, “What does it even matter to you, Eren? All night you’ve been on my case; at work, at this party! Whatever I give to Jean – whatever I have or don't have going with Jean is none of your business.”

You feel the tension between you, thick and charged, but the satisfied look on Eren’s face never wavers. He’s lax, head tilted back as he observes you over the bridge of his nose with a gaze that meets yours that could almost be described as bored if not for the hungry something lurking in them. That same look from your closing shift, passing him the broom. He’s not high anymore, you determine, hasn’t been for a while if the intense look expression, and the clarity of his gaze is anything to go by, so you can’t chalk it up to insobriety. You distantly wonder how much more often he’s looked at you like that. For how long? How have you never noticed? It seems so much more apparent like this, outside of work. So much harder to ignore with no metal counters to divide you, and no uniforms to keep up to code.

In your anger, you’ve stepped closer, balling the used towel in one fist and bracing against the counter with the other, half caging in the much taller man against the sink. You don’t realize how close you are, face to face like this, drawn in by the intensity of his eyes. The bathroom feels smaller, the air heavier, and you’re acutely aware of every beat of your heart.

You mutter, “What the hell is with you?” and he huffs a laugh through his nose, a real smile on his lips as you draw near.

“If only you fucking knew.”

Eren leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a bold move that leaves you momentarily stunned. For a moment, you forget about the chaos of the party outside. When he finally presses his lips to yours, it’s a slow kiss laced with arrogance, a statement of intent. And despite your annoyance, you can’t help the feeling of warmth that floods you. Hands seek each other out in a flurry of movement. The paper towels and spilled wine are forgotten as Eren’s hand slips around your waist, pulling you closer. Eren lets you cage him fully against the bathroom sink, if only to fit one leg between yours and slot his fingers from around your waist to the back of your neck, into your hair with the free hand not holding himself up against the counter.

The kiss is a collision of emotions – frustration, surprise, and an underlying current of something you hadn’t quite acknowledged before and aren’t entirely sure if you’re ready to either. Unhurried and messy, you can feel the groan that reverberates through Eren’s chest against your own as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth. He tastes like smoke and red wine and metal. There’s no urgency behind his moments, languid with the way explores your mouth, as if a crowd of people you’ve worked with throughout some of the more formative years of your life aren’t separated from you by a singular door. As if the man you’d sworn you’d come back to try to commit to wasn’t a brisk walking distance away. He kisses you like a lover, and not like a man who has made it his mission to spend every waking moment you’ve had together grating your nerves.

Surprise shocks you at the swipe of his tongue ring against your lower lip. His thumb at your neck strokes along your chin, and your jaw with a touch that’s borderline reverent. A balmy, pleasant feeling unfurls in your chest, thrums in your veins as you allow him to tilt your head back and deepen the kiss. Eren’s lips are warm and insistent, and despite the bizarre circumstances, you feel right at home in his grasp.

The sounds of the party outside fade into the background, replaced by the rhythmic thud of your heart in your ears.

You’re surprised at how gentle he is. Firm, unrelenting in his touch, sure, but with none of the simmering aggression you’d come to associate him with. Strong, sure hands, slide encircle your hips under your sweater, thumbs dragging across your hip bones at the hem of your jeans. Stoking that smoldering feeling in your chest, a simmering in your low belly. The sensation earns him a gasp, interrupted by his lips. It takes little convincing for you to remove the sweater altogether, discarding the article of clothing along with it.

You’re rewarded with a pained groan as Eren breaks the kiss long enough to admire you like this, all flush and disheveled from the neck up. His doing. Not Jean’s. He can’t help but feel smug satisfaction, finally having quelled that ugly, nagging feeling that had built up in his chest once he had realized just why you had been so anxious to get to the party tonight. None of that matters now. Eren is too focused on chasing the press of your hips against his. Too focused on the feeling of your lips and the little gasps you make each time he moves to tuck into the crook of your neck instead, teeth finding their way to the pliable skin at the juncture of your bare neck. Too enamored by the way the lust and wine make your eyes hazy and soft on him in a way he wishes you’d look at him during the daytime.

Breaking your gaze, Eren rearranges your legs so that you’re nearly seated on his lap with the way you lean over him against the counter. Eren’s fingertips find their way beneath the hem of your bra, sliding over the seams of your ribcage to trace and then squeeze at the expanse of bare skin there. You sigh into his mouth at the feeling, content to rock in his lap and suck on his tongue until the rough pads of his thumbs swipe over your nipples, rendering you just a little more desperate.

“Oh – oh. Eren, please-,” The little silver bells sewn into the collar of his sweater jingle with every rock of your hips, and you can’t help but snicker against his lips once you notice the sound.

“Let me – here, let me take this shit off.” Eren gives you just enough room to swipe the festive sweater over his head, just enough time to toss it somewhere on the floor before he’s on you again. One large hand palms your rear, the other resting against your collarbones, fingers encircling your throat to guide you back into one more heated kiss, prying your mouth open with his teeth and tongue, rolling yours over his.

Your own wandering hands tangle in his hair as it curtains your face, trace the sinewy lines of his back as you silently wonder if he’s always been this strong.

Eren doesn’t let you wonder for long, managing to scoop up you inside the broom closet-sized confines of the spare bathroom and place you on the closed lid of the toilet, skirt fluttering up to the tops of your thighs with a swift motion.

“Wait, woah-,” You’re so caught off guard by the sudden motion, that you nearly miss Eren stooping down to kneel in front of your place on the toilet, large hands bracketing each of your knees. He leans in, a secret smile gracing his features, green eyes bright with mischief under the harsh fluorescent lighting.

“I figured, this is the least I can do after ruining your night, right?” As he speaks, his hands hook around the backs of your knees, helping him make room for a space between them. He takes a second to gauge your reaction, and you belatedly put the pieces together of what he’s asking with a slight shiver. His smile ie earnest, eyes unexpectedly sincere.

You think of putting back on your sweater and going back out there to face Jean. You think of fishing your gift out of whatever unfortunate corner of the room it fell into. Of returning home having achieved little other than embarrassing yourself in front of coworkers and friends.

Your thumb traces Eren’s lower lip, and you realize you’re taking too long to answer. Eren. Line cook Eren. Eren the bane-of-every-night-shift-ever Jeager. After all you’ve said and done, after years of working together, can you come back from something like this?

Eren sits back on his heels and presses a kiss to the soft skin of the inside of your knee. Well, you sigh, stroking a hand through his dark tresses, almost lovingly. The hungry, impish grin you receive when you can only respond with a half-choked “please,” is enough to make your heart stutter in your chest. A win is a win.

Unfortunately for you, there reaches a point where you’re not even sure who’s really winning. Eren eats pussy like he was made for it.

He starts slow, tracing his nose up and down the gusset of your panties like you’re not cramped together in the guest bathroom at your mutual friend’s party. Like he’s got all the time in the world. Gentle touches across the backs of your thighs, the plane of your stomach.

When you start to wiggle with impatience, he bites into the crease between your sex and upper thigh, deep and indulgent enough to make you cry out. He doesn’t care much for your choice in panties – they’re quick to join the rest of the discarded clothes on the floor anyway.

Eren switches your position again, turning you face forward and bent over the toilet so that your hands brace the lid. You fold your arms, pressing your cheek into the bends of your elbows when he encourages you to arch your back further, palm large and warm and sliding down your spine. From where he kneels, he locks one arm around your hips, the other hand bracketing the crease at your asscheek, just at the top of your thigh. You are rendered immobile, vulnerable as he spreads you open to his gaze and laves once between your folds.

“Fuck-!” The exclamation comes out warbled, almost tearful into the crook of your arms. You wiggle your hips in search of more contact, but the touch never comes. Eren’s mouth remains frustratingly out of reach, instead tracing your folds with his thumb. Of course, he doesn’t start right away. Indulges in the way you squirm, half out of impatience, half apprehension.

Complaints earn you a sharp smack! where you’re left wet and wanting. Your knees bow, legs trembling from the shock of the sudden assault on such sensitive nerves.

“Eren,” you bite back a moan. Your antagonist shushes and coos at your anguish, only pausing in his condescension to sink his teeth into the cheek not held in his grasp. The whine that works its way out of you in response is loud enough for him to relent after a moment, playfully admonishing you.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be this fuckin’ noisy?” He mutters, lips ghosting over where you need him most. “So damn uptight and quiet at work until it’s time to chew me out, right? Now look at you.” Embarrassment colors your cheeks at his words, feeling the slick wetness between your thighs you know he must have a plain view of, and you distantly wonder how you allowed this to escalate so quickly.

From your bent position, you think you hear him swallow, mouth working over something that’s decidedly not you until you feel something liquid and warm spatter over your mound. Biting back another moan, you silence the small, nagging part of your brain that seethes at the possibility of him holding this moment over your head in the future. Taking note of the litter of bruises that mark the backs of your thighs, you know the decision you both are making will literally come back to bite you in the ass tomorrow. Tomorrow, when you have to inevitably face him at work again, along with the rest of your coworkers who are no doubt wondering where you’ve been at this point. Eren uses the pads of his thumbs to spread your lips again, brushing a gentle, teasing kiss across your clit and you decide you’ll reconcile with yourself on the matter in the morning.

“Oh fuck, oh god,” you mumble, unable to work up the energy to be irritated when you feel the way he smiles against you.

When Eren finally decides to give in, it comes with a price. His lips seal over the span of your sex, sucking on one fold, then the other before gracing you with a broad stroke across your slit, and you’re a goner.

“Mm-oh! Oh.”

That price is your sanity and your resolve to stay as quiet as possible.

He devours you, seemingly unable to decide between one pace and another as he eagerly works his tongue into your molten core. He’s mean. Deliberate. Worst of all, he seems to be enjoying himself. Starting slow, savoring all of your heat and taste on his tongue. Then fast and relentless, flicking devastating strokes across your clit in a motion that leaves you gripping the lid beneath you. Chest heaving in exertion as you attempt to hold back your cries.

Your legs ache and tremble, knees biting into the cool lip of the toilet lid each time Eren presses you forward in his insistence. Eren dips the tip of his tongue into your slit, nose pressed between your folds with a self-satisfied moan, causing you to jerk and keen in his grasp. Your arms squeak across the porcelain when you jostle a little too far out of grasp. The angle he has you bent at presses you up onto your toes. Eren tightens his grasp around your waist. He presses one long digit into your core and you cry out into your elbows.

“Fuck, just-just a little longer, okay? Just gimme a little more, yeah,” he mumbles, deep, raspy, fucked out, and sounding more like an assurance for himself than you.

The finger inside you and the hand at your thigh disappear momentarily, and you wonder if he’s touching himself. The position he has you in means you’d have to crane your neck backward just to catch a glimpse of his lower half. The thought fuels the searing heat in your veins, as does the slick sound of wet skin and the resounding whimper breathed against your core, confirming your suspicions.

“Eren,” you gasp, whimper, locking up at the sight of his free hand palming at the profuse bulge in his jeans, veins popping in his arms at the effort. “Fuck, wait, fuck-!”

You come hard and fast, blood roaring in your ears, fingers gripping the lid with a white-knuckle grip as you squirm in Eren’s grasp. Coming together and falling apart in an overwhelming wave of pleasure that catches you off guard. Eren is quick to catch on, both hands returning to your hips to lock you in an embrace, face pressed into your sex in earnest. You twitch and writhe in his grasp, unable to escape from his relentless assault on your senses. He talks you through it when he can bear to detach his mouth from you, murmuring praises into the heated skin of your thighs. Bliss crackles up your spine and warms you inside out from head to toe.

“Eren, god, please,” you simper, dizzy with your fading arousal, not even sure what you’re pleading for at this point. To stop? To keep going?

Eren decides for you, pressing one last parting kiss to your mound before getting to his feet. The moments following go about in relative silence. Despite him having been between your legs just seconds ago, you’re quick to feel awkward and aren’t exactly sure what to say. Surprisingly ever the gentleman, Eren helps you rise off the lid and redress and clean on shaky legs. You are slow to stand upright. Unable to meet his eyes as you try to reconstruct your thoughts from mush. He slides your panties back over your hips and trades your ruined sweater for his own.

Eren stops you before you can protest the offer, vehemently against him commuting home at night, in the cold shirtless. “I’ll just take Armin’s jacket,” he reassures you, adjusting the collar of the horrendous Bob Ross fabrication at your neck. The tiny silver bells jingle at his touch, sounding akin to tinkling laughter

Over his shoulder, you take in your appearance in the mirror. You had done your best to right your disheveled makeup and hair, but the bruises on your neck and the obvious wardrobe change were a lost cause. Even if you dipped out of the party now, there was no avoiding being seen. You were going to have some questions to answer in the morning.

Eren catches your contemplative expression and matches one with his own, a little guarded now. Before now, neither of you had been on the best of terms. A history of annoyance and resentment that lasted years brewed between the two of you. But now…

Now as you consider how terrible the night had gone and the embarrassment you’ll face when Jean inevitably picks up that little red bag with his name on it, now as watch Eren wipe leftover slick off the corner of his lip before sucking the offending finger clean, you figure that’s something you can sort out another day.

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hey! I saw what happened w Eren, u alr??

hello??

I got ur present! Txt me when you get home!

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can we talk?

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love-fictional-ppl · 3 months

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Roommate!plug!eren

Eren who purposely walks around shirtless, sweatpants low on his waist, blunt loosely hanging from his lips. He does it knowing how hot and bothered it gets you.

Eren who will purposely stand close to you while you’re talking because he has to look down to make eye contact.

Eren who will ask you to join him on his deliveries because something about seeing him in the drivers seat, rolling down the window and making the exchange.

Eren who sits in his gamer chair playing CoD with his friends, smoking with you who lies on his bed watching the monitor.

Eren who will use his drug money to keep you both afloat because he loves taking care of you<3

Eren who buys you food after you had a long day at work and don’t feel like cooking.

Eren who makes all your worries go away, all except one. How long until he stops teasing you?

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levilxvr · 5 months

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hot things aot characters do during sex

ft: levi, armin, eren, mikasa, annie, jean

cw: f!reader, nsfw 18+, use of toys, unprotected sex

levi

spitting in your mouth and on your clit

he’s real messy when it comes to sex. absolutely loves spitting on your clit and folds while he’s fingering you between your legs. He uses it as lube, spreading it around your hole before plunging two fingers in. If he’s fucking you with his cock and finishes inside you, he’ll lick up the milky fluid from your swollen pussy and spit it back onto your tongue.

“swallow it like a good girl,” his voice is hoarse, lips pressed against yours as you taste his salty release dripping down your throat.

leaving hickeys

When he fucks you, he makes it known to everyone that he did. Nips and bites at your jawline and neck as he’s thrusting himself into you- and you’re too overwhelmed by the pleasure to even notice he’s leaving the most obscene marks down your sensitive skin. It’s his way of marking you and showing everyone that he owns you. And don’t even think about covering them up with makeup. He won’t let you.

armin

moans in your ear while he’s fucking you

armin isn’t the most vocal when it comes to sex, but you can tell when he’s getting closer- his forehead drops against the pillows beside you as he lets out the smallest, breathiest moans. His lips are against your ear sometimes, sucking and kissing the soft flesh as he’s whining.

“mm..fuck baby, ‘m gonna cum soon,” You can practically feel him throbbing inside you, grabbing onto your waist while you’re drinking in every sound he makes. His voice goes a pitch higher too and it’s really cute.

leaving soft kisses all over your body

If he’s fingering you, he’ll place one hand on your thigh while the other carefully strokes and rubs circles on your pussy before pushing them in. His soft lips are on your pelvis, pressing gentle, wet kisses down to your clit. Then he sucks lightly on the small bud, whispering praises while his fingers curl against your sweet spot. It’s the same when his cock is buried inside you, this man likes to kiss every inch of you as a way of expressing his love.

eren

orgasm denial.

if there’s one thing eren loves, it’s watching you beg to cum. He’ll make you go about your evening with a bullet vibrator between your folds, seeing how long it takes for you to break. When you finally get in bed with him his pants are off, stroking his hard cock while your legs tremble. It’s been fucking hours and he won’t let you release- you’ve been holding your orgasm in for so long your pussy is throbbing.

“shh.. just a little while more baby, i promise it’ll feel really good.” he coos, finally pulling off your damp panties. There’s arousal dripping down your thighs and you’re on the verge of tears. He feels a little bad for denying you of your pleasure for so long, but watching your desperate pussy suck in his cock eventually is his favourite part.

presses down on your abdomen to feel himself

he does it every time he’s balls deep inside you. His palm moves to your lower abdomen, pressing against the plush skin as he thrusts himself in and out of you. Feeling the way his cock stretches out your tight hole like that turns him on even more, knowing he’s doing a good job at filling you up.

mikasa

teases you through your panties

she can be a huge tease when she feels like it. Before she even gets to the good part, mikasa likes to lie beside you with an arm around your shoulders while her free hand slips under your shorts. She loves feeling how wet you get for her, fingers ghosting over the soaked fabric of your panties. She’ll press them against your clit, rubbing circles through the fabric until you’re grinding against her fingers.

lets you dry hump her thigh

If you want, mikasa will sit you on her lap, gazing at your perfect body while you’re grinding against her thigh. The room fills with the sounds of your pants and your wet folds gliding against her smooth, muscular thigh, her arms wrapped around your waist while she sucks on your nipple. That’s just the beginning though, cuz after you get off her thigh you gotta do something about the pool of wetness between her legs.

annie

makes you taste your cum off her fingers

she loves the taste of your cum, especially when you squirt- the bittersweetness makes her even more horny. She’ll scoop up your fluids and suck them off her fingers, humming in satisfaction before plunging them back between your folds. Then your mouth is wrapped around her slender fingers as she makes you taste yourself.

“that’s right baby, look at how good you taste.. I could do this all day.”

hair pulling

when you’re using your mouth on her she tends to pull on your hair quite a bit. Not too hard though, cuz she knows it’ll hurt. She does it in a more gentle, encouraging way- like when you’re eating her out she grabs your locks and pushes your face closer. When she’s about to cum she holds on to your hair, fisting the tangled strands while she rides out her high.

jean

eye contact

when it comes to sex, jean is pretty big on eye contact. He loves when you both hold your gazes while he’s penetrating you- and you can see the lust in his eyes, the pleasure in his expression as your walls squeeze around his cock.

“look at me baby..wanna see your pretty face.” he uses his free hand to angle your chin so you’re facing him, smiling softly as his hips move in rhythm with yours. Every time he makes eye contact with you he feels as if he just fell in love all over again.

hugs you tight to feel his body pressing against yours

jean loves your body. It looks and feels so perfect, he can never get enough of you. That’s why when he’s fucking you, he holds you close to him, chest pressed against yours so he can savour every inch of your skin on his. You can make out his defined abs against you as well, breathing in his scent while he’s making you feel good. its always difficult for him to separate after sex- you’re so addictive he never wants to let go.

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kuroovore · 1 year

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desperate for me

nsfw - minors dni ✰ wc: 1.1 k

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

content warnings: gamer!eren, cockwarming, marking, slight degradation, unprotected sex

a/n: im back after months and months!!!! i had multiple asks about gamer eren, so i thought id start back with this :)

eren had been playing his video games for what seemed like hours now. you sat patiently on the bed behind him trying to waste time and make it go by faster. you had asked him when he would be done three times now and each time he had responded with,

"just a little longer baby."

you had had enough and you were now even more needy and touch deprived than you were in the first place. you had an idea and immediately discarded of your shorts, tossing them on the floor beside the bed. you reached your hand into your panties and circled your fingers around your clit a few times, bringing your but lip between your teeth. you then ran your fingers down your slit and were about to slip them into your core when eren loud out a sigh and whispered "fuck".

your attention was now on him. you stood up and fully removed your panties before walking over to eren and slightly pulling his chair away from the desk to make room for yourself. he seemed startled and a bit frustrated at first, but his expression calmed when he realized it was you. he adjusted himself in his chair and patted his thighs, and gestured for you to sit on his lap. you walked in front of him and climbed into his lap, your shirt riding up in the process.

you watched his face as he stared down at your body and your thighs as your shirt covered your core as you settled in his lip. you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder as he reached down and grabbed your ass.

"fuck, baby. you needy?"

"mhm." you mumbled into his neck.

he lightly pushed you back and lifted you up a bit so he could pull his sweatpants down just enough for him to pull his cock out. he gave himself a few pumps before aligning it with your core.

"just sit on me for a little and I'll be done in a minute. promise." he said as he slowly pushed you down onto him, a small moan leaving your lips.

"you have to be quiet for me baby." he said pointing to his mic before he clicked a button so he wasn't on mute anymore. you nodded before going back to your previous position, burying your face in his neck.

you were glad eren was letting you be with him while he continued to play his game, but you needed more than just him sitting inside of you. you lightly rolled your hips against his and you felt him immediately tense up. you continued your movements before eren tightly gripped your ass and growled a low "stop" into your ear.

you wanted to be good for him but you needed him so bad. you attached your lips to the spot on his neck below his ear and lifted your hips before slowly lowering yourself back onto him. you did this one more time as you heard eren click a few buttons behind you before he ripped his headset off. next thing you knew, he was gripping the back of your thighs and you were suddenly sitting on his desk, him standing between your legs and towering over you.

"you can't listen to a word i say, can you?" he growled.

you looked up at him with wide eyes, processing what just happened. this is exactly what you wanted.

"hmm? don't wanna say anything?" he said as he ran his hands up and down your legs, suddenly seeming calm.

"eren..." you whimpered.

"mm im glad that's all you can say. how about you scream it though?" he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck. then, he suddenly rammed into you hard. you gasped as your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

his hands found the backs of your thighs again and pulled them up around his waist, bringing you closer to him as he continued to pound into you.

"eren!" you gasped

"couldn't wait just one more minute for me could you? always so needy for my cock, huh?"

he pulled back from your grasp and leaned back to take in the sight of you in front of him as he fucked you senseless, and let out a chuckle.

"so desperate for me, aren't you? you like when i fuck you like this?"

"y-yes, eren. i love it so much."

"i know you do."

he then pulled you back against him and started kissing your neck, sucking on the spot just above your collarbone and biting lightly onto your shoulder.

you let out a moan and tangled your hand into his hair. he continued to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace, hitting all of your spots as he left marks all over your neck and collarbones.

"so pretty marked up baby." he said as he lightly pushed your shoulder back until you were laying with your back on his desk. he gripped one of your legs and put it up against his shoulder before he leaned forward, holding himself up with his hands pressed against the desk by both of your sides, the new angle leaving you breathless, mouth formed in an o shape.

you let out incoherent words and all kinds of noises as eren stared into your eyes, watching your face as he fucked you. your moans became more and more high pitched and eren smirked down at you before moving one hand down your body to rub your clit. one of your hands moved down to grip his wrist, but you were too weak with pleasure to do anything about it.

"you gonna cum for me, princess?"

you nodded quickly and whined, unable to respond with actual words.

eren chuckled before giving you a few particularly hard thrusts.

"cum on my cock, baby. cum for me."

his words alone were too much for you and you let go, clenching around his cock and gripping his arms for some sort of leverage as pleasure washed over you.

"fuck." he groaned as he buried his head in your neck again, still pounding into you. your body shook with pleasure as he overstimulated you. he let out a few load groans into your neck before his hips stuttered and he shot his load into you.

he rested his forehead against yours before kissing your lips, sticking his tongue into your mouth. the two of you continued to make out for a minute before eren pulled back and slid out of you.

he put his pointer finger under your chin and lifted your head up so you were looking at him, his lip between his teeth.

"get on the bed, princess im not done with you."

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taixju · 2 years

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SUMMER LOVIN’

CONTENT WARNINGS: eren x fem!reader x jean, threesome, infidelity, scumbag!eren, cuckhold!jean, cunnilingus, oral (m + f receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, dirty talk, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, rough sex, breeding kink, humiliation, dubcon, degradation, overstimulation, manipulation, daddy kink, dacryphilia, eavesdropping, piss kink (if you squint), porn with little plot (dark)

SYNOPSIS: When Eren offers you a summer job, he didn’t think his invitation was extended to your boyfriend. He had hoped to have you all to himself this summer...but Jean doesn’t mind sharing, right?

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11:37 AM - The Lake

It was an unusually hot day. Muggy; the air was heavy and everything felt sticky. You sigh, fanning yourself only to be disappointed by the hot air. Your shirt was damp with sweat and clinging to your figure. Pulling your shirt over your head, you fling it to the back of the chair, totally unaware of the man watching you strip from across the lake. Reaching behind, you shyly hook a finger into your red bikini bottoms, tugging it free so that it was no longer digging into your ass. You were miserable, to say the least; contemplating ever coming to this shitty summer camp.

It all started when your mom phoned you a week before school got out. She was so excited to tell you about the great opportunity she had lined up for you this summer. And the best part?

Remember that boy, Eren, she gushed, Such a sweetheart – I told him that you would be home this summer and he was kind enough to extend a summer job position to you! Isn’t that great, honey?

Fucking fantastic.

Eren Yeager. Who didn’t know him? He was the neighborhood’s notorious fuck boy. Most guys wanted to be him; silently applauding him for being such “a goddamn pussy magnet.” And the men were not liars – to most women, this reputation preceded him; claiming him to be “a good fuck with a huuuge cock.”

And while you’d hate to admit it, your interest was piqued but your boyfriend was no idiot. Although Jean's colorful vocabulary described him as “a first class asshole”, he pretended that he didn’t know that you secretly wanted to know if the rumors were true. It didn’t matter, he reassured himself, 'cause you were his girl. Not Eren’s.

But what he didn’t know was that for the last few weeks you were here at Red Ridge Summer Camp, Eren Yeager was the last man you thought about as Jean fucked you, secretly imagining it was actually Eren’s “huuuge cock” drilling into your cunt.

So here you were. Stuck spending whatever remained of your summer break at Red Ridge Campgrounds. It wouldn’t be all that bad, you do your best to convince yourself. At the very least you weren’t alone – Jean being the stereotypical, adoring boyfriend, eagerly followed you, wagging tail and all, to the same summer job. But to say you were distracted by a certain someone, was a goddamn understatement.

You sit at the very top of the tower, scanning the sparkling lake over your tinted Ray Bans. Campers staying in the shallow? Check. Sasha supervising the deck? Check. Eren smoking a fat blunt? Fuck.

You hop out of your chair and climb down, making your way over to the man of the hour. He sees you coming but doesn’t make any attempt to hide the prohibited item.

“Come on, Eren,” you cross your arms, emphasizing your disapproval as you approach him.

Initially he doesn’t respond right away. Soaking up your appearance with his emerald eyes, he looks down at your chest unabashedly and as almost to test what little patience you had left, he blows the remnants of his last hit in your face.

“That’s my name,” He smirks—finally speaking before bringing the shrinking bud to his lips once again, “Love it when you say my name..”

His legs are spread wide open — his posture completely relaxed, all while exuding silent confidence. He’s shirtless; wearing nothing but swim shorts and a black SnapBack. You swallow, your throat suddenly feeling parched. And as if he knew you were staring, he grins, lifting his cap to run a hand through his messy hair which gives you the perfect view of the muscles flexing through his chest. He was fucking gorgeous and it wasn’t easy to ignore the fact that he was sweaty, making it even more difficult to remember the reason why you even walked over to him in the first place. His tongue teasingly darts out, swiping along his upper lip, licking up beads of perspiration before taking another long drag.

Jean was great. But again, that didn’t mean you were immune.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.” His grin, teasing. You blush, quickly clearing your throat before looking away.

“There’s children here, Eren,” you turn to him. He looks good. And it’s a challenge to not gawk. But weren’t about to boost his ego. He had enough of that and it takes everything within you to look straight and ignore his comment. “You’re setting a horrible example.”

“They don’t give a fuck what I’m doing,” he says nonchalantly but much to your relief, he snags the end of his blunt on the wooden table, putting it out.

“You’re a Camp Counselor. You’re supposed to be teaching them-..”

“Yeah,” he scoffs, cutting you off, “By the time, these little fucking terrors reach high school, more than half of them will be smoking grass out of their ass. Besides–”

He distracts you, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple – the corded muscles in his bicep flexing deliciously.

“–They can’t even see me from here.” His apathetic reply, makes you roll your eyes. He was older and the one who invited you here and yet, why were you clearly being the more responsible adult here?

“God. Why are you such an asshole?”

Your apparent anger seems to amuse him even more.

“Hey now. Let’s not use the Lord’s name in vain,” he jumps from the table, getting right up in your personal space. It startles you and you can’t help but shy back. As nervous as you were, you somehow managed to frown up at him, not wanting to appear scared, “I-It’s not as if you’re the most religious man, Eren.”

He stands tall, towering over you, and it was intimidating. You were in no way considered to be short but Eren was just that big. He takes a step forward and is suddenly close enough that his sweaty musk invades your nose. Your filthy mind can’t help but wander and wonder whether or not his dick was just as big, as you've heard. Given his size, you wouldn’t be surprised. He gives you a sadistic smile, as if to say he knew exactly what you were thinking.

If only you knew what kinds of fucked up thoughts he was thinking. The things he wanted to do to that dirty little mouth of yours. And if God himself had heard his prayers, your mouth parts slightly, your pink tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip. Waiting. Waiting to see if either one of you would dare to go pass the forbidden threshold.

But that wasn’t today; He was testing you and you weren’t ready.

Eren grins.

“You just need to learn to lighten up, Princess.” He pats your cheek, patronizingly, breaking whatever trance he had over you, before walking away. You release a shaky breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding in.

If there was one thing that could absolutely ruin your summer, it would be Eren Yeager.

1:59 PM

Eren is fucking miserable. He didn’t think his summer job invitation was extended to your boyfriend. What a great opportunity, he thought, to have you all to himself.

The reason behind his bad mood was the man across the room. Of all the people to be partnered up with for the rest of the summer, it had to be Kirstein. But the one thing that really irritated Eren? He was fucking jealous. Jean had the one thing that he couldn’t have and that was you.

He grunts, finishing his third set, placing the bar into their slots before sitting up and wiping sweat with the collar of his t-shirt. You’ve been on his mind all day and it frustrates him how…distracting you’ve been. There’s no way you didn’t know; how much he wanted you. Craved you. It was fucking insufferable. The way fanned yourself, as if you were oblivious to the fact that everyone could see your pretty tits right through that poor excuse of a shirt – wearing it as though you thought it actually covered anything. No matter how many times he jerked off; no matter how much pussy he emptied his load into – it didn’t fucking matter because every goddamn time made him realize he’s never going to truly be satisfied unless it was you.

His dick gets hard as he remembers you from this afternoon, scolding and reprimanding him for being such a naughty boy. It excites him; picturing the way your nose scrunches up every time he says anything mildly distasteful, how your eyes widened like a deer in the headlights when he came close; close enough to take notice of the way your nipples hardened and peaked through your thin t-shirt. It took everything within him not to take you right then and there.

But best believe he rubbed one off in the porta potty; after locking the door and wasting no time, he was quick to whip his cock out. It was fucking filthy – the way he had this routine down to a T; spitting a fat glob of saliva into his palm before vigorously fucking his fist, imagining it was actually your pretty pussy he was pummeling into. He doesn’t last long; sighing as he cums with a shudder, dirtying the toilet with his fat load.

That’s when Eren decided. Fuck Kirstein. One way or another, he was gonna fuck you by the end of this summer.

That night, you’re the last to go to bed. You’re alone in your tent but are fucking miserable. Of all the other tents in the camp, why did yours have to be right next door to Eren’s. You bury your head under the sleeping bag covers, unsuccessfully drowning out the screams from next door.

Fuck you’re so big!

Fuck me harder, ‘Ren!

Listening to the shrill screeches for the past 10 minutes left you in a pissy, but notably sexually frustrated, mood; silently wishing it was you who was evidently getting their brains fucked out.

“Jesus,” the sound of your boyfriend's voice startles you, he holds open the flap as he makes his way into your tent, “Sounds like someone’s being murdered.”

You open your arms wide, waiting for him to crawl into your embrace, “Here to keep me company?”

He kneels down, scooping you up and cuddling you close in his lap. He was just as big as Eren. Maybe even bigger. But it was different. Warm. Safe. Familiar.

“Go to sleep, love,” he presses a soft kiss to your temple, tucking you into your sleeping bag.

“Not sleepy,” you smile playfully, as you wrap your arms around his neck, straddling his lap as you grind against his now hardening cock.

“Here?” he groans, digging his fingers into your ass, “Fuck – baby, I-I don’t know about this.”

“Promise I’ll be quiet, daddy” you drawl, pressing your lips to his, and drowning out the moans that he swallows. The both of you know that, that’s a fucking lie to which he grins, allowing you to erotically explore his mouth but the sound of the dirty sex next door is distracting.

You can almost picture it in your head; heavy balls slapping against the lucky girls’ ass as Eren’s thick cock plunges into her needy cunt. It’s as though he wanted you to hear. Wanted to make you jealous. And it almost works. But Jean, noticing your lack of concentration, pinches your chin, forcibly opens your mouth, before unshakably commanding, “Stick your tongue out. That’s it...That’s my good girl.”

His praises make you wet; And you can’t help but moan as he wraps his lips around the tip of your tongue, nursing it as he would your tit, while his hands quickly make their way into the front of your panties. He pulls away to get a better look as he runs circles around your slickened clit.

“Fuck,” he curses, “Come here.”

He wraps his arms around your tummy, instructing you to turn around, and hums in approval when you finally settle your both knees along the sides of his head. He grunts when the bulge in his briefs nudges your chin and that alone is difficult for you to ignore.

“Wanna eat you out, baby,” he presses light kisses to the outside of your pussy, making you whimper, “Like the sound of that?...Yeah? My good girl wanna ride my tongue?”

You don’t reply, allowing your actions to speak for yourself, pulling his cock free before swallowing his length whole, and it’s not long before his swollen tip hits the back of your throat. Inhale through the nose, you remind yourself as you pull back up, trailing your flat tongue along the veiny backside of his dick, salty precum leaving a slick trail to your pouty lips.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Jean mumbles into your puffy lips. His fat tongue invading your entrance, fucking you fast and curling upward every time it’s inside of you. Your cunt is gushing with your own slick and his warm spit; the lude wet sounds filling up your tent as you take his cock into your mouth once again.

And as almost on cue, you hear Eren’s faint grunts and groans not too far away.

That’s it. Fuck-..!

You picture Eren ramming the lucky girl from behind, his fingers digging into her hips as he drills his fat cock into her loose cunt.

My cock that good, baby? Huh?

“So good,” you unintentionally answer, whining loud enough for Eren to hear. You hump Jean’s face, digging your hands into his thighs as he pushes a second finger into you, all while his thumb and tongue take turns flicking your clit.

What was that? Can’t hear you. You hear Eren breathily chuckle.

So fucking good ‘Ren! You’re cock’s fucking good! The woman in his tent shrieks. You dig your toes into the ground, mentally cursing him because you know he can hear you.

Gonna come for me? Yeah? You close? Eren grunts, with each plunge eliciting a loud slap every time his hips meet the woman’s cunt.

Suddenly, Jean flips you over, kneeling over you as he takes off his shirt, his muscles flexing as he grabs your thighs and tugs you close. Before you can complain, his fingers are quick to find their place inside of you once again. He leans down, wrapping his entire mouth around your cunt, before sucking at your clit loudly. He knew what Eren was doing but he wanted to make sure the man in the other tent knew exactly what he was missing out on; No cunt was as sweet as yours and no amount of pussy would be able to make up for his loss.

“J-Jean-..!” You squirm, gripping the thin sheets of the sleeping bag. He presses his large hand into your lower belly, holding down firmly to keep your hips from rising off the ground. You were so close.

He adds a third finger and it enters you with ease. The way your walls clench around him makes him groan, his voice vibrating along his tongue and against your clit as he continues to ravage you from the inside out. As his fingers plunge in and out, you can’t help but notice his pinky teasing the puckered hole of your ass, dipping back into your cunt every so often to lubricate its tip. The sensation alone is enough to make you shiver and the sounds of Eren’s rough fucking brings you even closer to your high.

Cum for me, that’s it. Squeeze my cock - just like that, babygirl.

Jean reaches down to squeeze his own cock, vigorously pumping up and down its slippery length, just as excited as you are by what the both of you are overhearing. You watch him through heavy eyelids, as he strokes himself to the same rhythm that he is using to fuck you with his fingers and tongue. The sight of your boyfriend getting off to Eren’s demanding commands and your own desperate mewls, makes you quiver. It was too much.

Fuck ‘Ren! The girl screams.

Clearly close to achieving his own release, Eren’s desperate chants echo through the woods, Cum, cum, cum-...!

Your body tenses up, reiterating his command, “G-Gonna cum-...!”

And all three of you meet your high. You tremble as you cum against Jean’s mouth; your cunt leaking past his lips as he does his best to lap up every last drop of your slick. As he does this, Jean sighs, shuddering as spills his seed all over the ground.

Your boyfriend is apologetic as he cleans the both of you up and does his best to get rid of his mess on the floor. You watch sleepily from the warmth of your sleeping bag as Jean, like the wonderful boyfriend he is, tidies up your messy tent before crawling behind you, spooning your back, and pulling your smaller frame to his. Your eyelids fail to keep open, as everything slowly fades out. The last thing you remember is feeling him press a gentle kiss to your temple and then everything fades to black.

When you awake, it’s still dark outside but you notice that your tent is empty. Jean must have left your tent to return to his and much to your satisfaction, you notice that it has finally gone quiet next door. You sigh, feeling the tight pressure in your bladder. Reaching into the dark, you grab your phone; it was 2:03 AM. There was no way anyone would be awake at this hour and you were too scared to walk all the way over to the bathrooms. The counselor tents were separated from the camper’s tents and knowing that you’d be quick, you weren’t too worried about being caught.

Your sleeping bag ruffles when you kick it off with your legs and crawl over to the exit. When you unzip the flaps, you brush the hair from your face as you stand to your feet and exit the tent. The wind is cold and nips at your bare skin, eliciting goosebumps to rise along your arms. You make your way over to the side of the tent but are startled when you hear the crunch of someone else’s steps behind you.

“Jean?” You quickly twirl around but are immediately taken aback when your eyes lock eyes with dark green one’s.

You stand silently; Neither one of you speaking a word, chests heaving as the heavy tension builds. Your tongue darts out, wetting your dry lips, as you unashamedly let your eyes wander – he’s shirtless, standing before you in nothing but his dark gray briefs. The sight alone is enough to make your cunt twitch, readying itself for a possible round two.

“E-Eren,” you shudder under his intense gaze, “You scared me. I–…I thought you were Jean.”

“Didn’t mean to disappoint you, sweetheart.” His eyes darken at the mention of your boyfriend but greedily drinks in your appearance, appreciating your lack of clothing.

You recall the intense fucking he gave that woman just a few hours ago. How you had secretly wished it was you beneath him all that time. You knew he was teasing you and deep down he was actually praying that you’d take the bait; Eavesdrop as he drilled into the woman, who’s name he didn’t even remember, all while fantasizing it was actually you he was drilling his cock into. You don’t know what overcomes you but without breaking eye contact with the man in front of you, you bite your lip; the last drop of hesitation leaving your body as you shudder, and bend down to slide your panties off.

“...Do you mind?” You release a shaky breath, shocked at the boldness that suddenly overcame you.

Ignoring your remark, he watches, slack mouthed as you release your bladder into the earth. Your eyes never leave his, but you can’t help but notice the large bulge growing in his dark briefs.

You’re the first to break the tension; Standing up, you pull your panties up with you, before turning to walk away.

“Pervert,” you mutter, feeling triumphant as you turn to hide your nipples that seemed to harden under his gaze.

“Fuck.” He curses.

And before you know it, Eren has your wrist in his strong grasp, turning you back to face him, quickly wrapping an arm around your middle and lifting you up onto his shoulder with ease. The adrenaline coursing through your body makes it difficult to breathe but you are surprised by your choice to not to fight back. He steps back into his tent, not even bothering to zip the flap closed, putting both of you in danger of possibly being seen.

The uncertainty makes you shiver and you release a heavy breath as your back hits the puffy sleeping bag that smells deeply of him. He groans seeing that your legs immediately part, giving him the perfect view of your clothed cunt, ready for his taking: a gorgeous welcome just for him. Thick fingers delicately glide up the sides of your thighs, tickling your skin in its wake; before settling in the leg holes of your panties. He tugs them down hard, making your ass slide against the ground as your body is pulled closer to him.

“Not too rough–” you prop yourself up on elbows, beginning to protest but are cut off by a heavy breath leaving your lungs as his hand wraps around your breast, squeezing tightly before shoving you back down. You watch through teary eyes as he scoots back, wrapping muscled arms around your thighs, hoisting your lower body up, and then finally burying his face into your awaiting cunt.

Oh god, ‘Ren, the shrill words unintentionally spill from your mouth followed by a trembling wail.

The taste of you on his tongue is divine; and Eren, who’s been dreaming of this for months, who wastes no time, attacking your clit in quick circles before sliding down to dart quickly in and out of your entrance. He groans, lapping and sucking at your swollen bud, savoring the delicious taste of you.

“God, you taste so fucking good.”

Eren hadn’t planned on fucking you but with his fingers buried knuckle deep inside of you, he already knew that he was ruined; after he was finished with you tonight, no other cunt would be good enough to satisfy him.

He watches you closely, enjoying the way you twitch every time his tongue rolls against your pulsating clit. Without warning, he pushes a finger into you, occupying his other hand, holding tightly onto your thigh so that your hips wouldn’t escape his hungry mouth. His cock is already hard for the second time that night, the tip weeping and eager to plug you up.

“God,” he moans, feeling the walls of your slick cunt constrict around his fingers, “You’re so fucking wet. That feel good, baby?”

“So good, ‘Ren,” you mewl, gripping his sheets, hating that you sounded exactly like the girls who frequented his tent this summer. But you can’t help yourself. You’ve never felt this fucking good. Jean never made you feel this good.

His hot breath fans across your clit as he devilishly watches you squirm from below. He knows exactly what you’re thinking, thumbing your clit and taking turns with his tongue.

“Say I’m better than him.” He rasps, his mouth making a mess on your pussy, “Fucking say it.”

He doesn’t have to speak his name to let you know exactly who he is referring to. You shake your head profusely and to that, he’s quick to pull his fingers out just to make his point.

“No-..!” You unintentionally whine, feeling disappointed when your pussy clenches around absolutely nothing. He smirks, teasingly blowing cool air against your entrance, his face glistening with your juices as he repeats himself, “Say it.”

You begin to cry, feeling guilty as you think of your poor boyfriend. Sleeping soundly while you’re fucking Eren Yeager behind his back. You were such a fucking whore.

“You’re better,” you sniffle, wiping tears from your puffy eyes.

“Than who?” He presses.

When you don’t reply, he shocks you, slapping your pussy hard.

“Than who?”

“J-Jean!” You yelp, crying harder than before. “Fuck you, Eren! You make me feel better than Jean!”

“Yeah, I fucking do,” he chuckles darkly between breathy pants, diving his fingers and face back into your cunt. You instantly feel full and it feels so good. Your little whines slowly begin to fade into noisy pleads,

So good ‘Ren, fuck me harder — yes, right — fucking—there—!

Eren loves the sound of your voice, especially when you’re screaming his name. You have a deeper effect on him, than he’d rather like to admit.

“Fuck, this is all your fault,” he groans, pulling away just to spit on your cunt before he’s back and burying his face even deeper. He angles his face, his nose pressing against your clit as his fat tongue stretches your desperate hole.

“Fuck,” you dig your fingers into his scalp, tugging his hair to bring him even closer, humping his face like a bitch in heat.

“Gonna cum, ‘Ren — fuck-…!” Your voice raising an octave higher.

He doesn’t let up, fucking you with his tongue and his fingers are a blur – rubbing your clit so fast, so hard —And then…you’re cumming. Your slick sprays everywhere, making a mess on his sleeping bag. He groans when he feels you clench around tongue; which only encourages him more and leaves him desperate to find out how good you’d feel around his cock. You moan out his name as your brain becomes foggy with ecstasy, your trembling thighs instinctively going to wrap around his face, bringing him close to ride out your orgasm.

“All your fucking fault,” he repeats himself, spreading your swollen lips apart, ignoring that it’s still so sensitive to the touch. Eren, wanting to savor this moment, admires the way your cunt pulsates as you’re still coming down from your high. He licks his lips like a starved man, enjoying the sight as he reaches down to push down his underwear. And then suddenly, he’s sitting up, sliding the hem of his briefs down, tucking it under his heavy balls, and giving you a better view of his cock as it springs back to hit his toned belly. The rumors are true; not only does its size surprise you but the fact it was so thick.

He was gonna fucking break you.

Eren doesn’t even give you a moment to catch your breath, thrusting his hips forward, and burying his cock in your cunt that’s still recovering from your first orgasm. He hasn’t felt this way in a while; digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, doing his best not to cum early and empty his fat load inside of you. He grunts, struggling to hold himself together — cause every time your pussy swallows his cock whole, it makes him feel like a fucking virgin all over again.

“Fuck, Princess,” He gets on his knees, lifting your hips up, allowing him to drill his cock deeper — using your cunt as his own personal flesh light. “This pussy feels so good — best I’ve ever had.”

“Eren,” you cry, throwing your head back, feeling your stomach tighten. It was overwhelming; tears running down your cheeks because it was so fucking sensitive – his cock ramming into your cunt, stretching it and filling it up until his wet tip was kissing your cervix. “T-too much—..! Please I-I’m gonna—…!”

“You’ll take what I fucking give you,” he tugs your tank top down, revealing your bare breasts. Eren loves your tits; daydreamed about them, would’ve given anything to have a taste and here he was — had you before him ripe for the taking. He gives them a hard squeeze before leaning down and taking them into his mouth; licking, sucking, nipping — anything to make you scream his name again.

“Think your boyfriend can hear us?” He sneers up at you, reaching down to play with your overstimulated clit — he’s already decided that you were gonna give him another orgasm. “What do you think he’d say, huh? Seeing his pretty girl begging for my cock like a fucking slut.”

No.

“Why don’t I leave a little present for him, hm?” His hips are relentless and at this point your cunt has been fucked raw; feels so good that it hurts. “Fuck! Gonna cum soon, Princess—…!”

No, no, no—!

“‘Ren?” Your voice is shrill and filled with panic, immediately understanding what he means, “Y-You’re gonna pull out, right?”

Your knees are shoved up into your face as his pace becomes sloppy. Sweat drips down, making the both of you feel sticky.

“Right, ‘Ren?” You cry out, feeling so good, but you needed his confirmation.

“God—Fuck—…! I’m gonna—…!”

And then he’s cumming. Shooting his hot load into you; your pussy quivering around his cock, totally overstimulated, as he rides out his high.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Eren groans, his body slumping against yours as his hips grind against yours, making sure your womb milked him of every last drop. You do your best to catch your breath, your throat raw from all the screaming.

The night is silent; so silent that even the wind was still. You throw an arm over your face, hiding the tears that began pooling in your eyes. You’d be shocked if Jean didn’t hear you.

Little did you know, just outside of Eren’s tent, your boyfriend, in fact, did hear you. Jean shudders, biting down onto the hem of his shirt, careful not to make any noise – grasping onto the nearby tree for support as he continues to fuck his cum soaked fist, just coming down from his own high. He releases tiny gasps, abs rippling as he clenches his ass, his load dripping down and painting the dirt ground white. He heard every single fucking thing.

And the wildest thing? He fucking enjoyed it.

It’s been a day since your encounter with Eren. You’re a little afraid that he’ll tell Jean but something about your shared secret turns you on. It’s the shoulder bumps to which he claims, Sorry, my bad, was an accident – when you really know it wasn’t; Or the not so subtle longing looks he gives you as he watches you from across the cafeteria during dinner time. It’s those little moments that get your adrenaline pumping, making it harder to forget the night he dragged you to his tent.

It was night time now and all the campers had long gone to bed. Eren, Jean and you had been assigned to cafeteria duty; stuck cleaning the kitchens after dinner. But the three of you had completed the task a while ago. Instead of heading straight to be, afraid of what Eren might say to Jean, you stuck around; listening to the men exchange the ghost stories and urban legends that surrounded the camp. You originally thought it was all fun and games until Eren, thinking it would be funny to scare you -- decided to be a fucking asshole; jumping you in the walk-in cabinet as you were putting the dried dishes away. Jean, however, was not amused.

“Scared of the boogie man, Kirstein?” Eren props his dirty doc martens on the table, throwing his head back and releasing a puff of smoke into the air. “Gonna wet your pants?”

“Shut the fuck up, Yeager. Can’t you take a fucking hint and see that she’s scared?”

For once you think you see a flash of regret in Eren's eyes, but it’s quickly replaced with amusement. He doesn’t reply, continuing to smoke his bud. Inhale. Exhale.

He puts the last of his roll out on the table, it’s remnants sizzling out with a quick twist of his fingers, “Don’t be such a fucking pussy. You’re scaring her more than I am.”

“You’re such a fucking prick.” Jean stands up and is suddenly up in Eren’s face. He has the other man’s shirt bunched up in a fist, looking like he’s ready to throw the first punch.

“Ever since we got here, you’ve been getting on my fucking nerves, Yeager. Can’t seem to keep your goddamn eyes off my girl - and don’t act like you haven’t. I’ve seen you.” Jean sneers, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. He thinks you don’t hear him, but you do.

“Jean,” you say his name warily, knowing exactly what you’re walking into. You should feel guilty. But tell me why, you ask yourself, why the fuck were you turned on by their anger.

“Did you get hard after you saw her at the lake?” Jean shakes his collar roughly for good measure, “Got bricked up after seeing her pretty tits, huh?”

Eren smirks as if he knew something that Jean didn’t. And you know exactly why. He did know something that your boyfriend didn’t. Don’t tell him, you feel as though you should be telling yourself that. But a part of you wants Eren to go ahead and tattle, tell and let your boyfriend know what the two of you did.

And much to your concealed delight, Jean doesn’t stop.

“Too bad you can’t touch her, huh? Yeah, not like I fucking can. Bet you couldn’t help yourself - probably ran back to your tent like a little bitch to jack off-..!”

Eren’s knuckles smash into Jean’s face with a bone chilling crunch. He’s quick to tackle the brunette to the ground, the chair clanging to the side as he climbs atop, gaining absolute control of the situation.

“You’re right, Kiersten. I did rub one off the other day and let me tell you,” he runs his tongue along the trickle of red along Jean’s cheek, “Thinking of her made it all the more delicious.”

Eren’s fists let up, allowing Jean to turn his head to the side, spitting out blood between kissed teeth.

“You’re fucking sick, Yeager.”

This makes Eren laugh.

“You’re one to talk. Maybe…Maybe, if you fucked her right,” his voice darkens, “She wouldn’t have come begging for my cock last night.”

Eren leans down, his golden chain dancing tauntingly in front of Jean’s bloodied face. “Wanna know what we did?”

“Eren, stop.” You hiss.

He looks at you, grinning before turning back to your boyfriend. Wanna tell him or should I? — his gaze speaks for itself.

“While you were asleep, — can you guess what we did, Jeany-boy? Huh?” He digs his elbow against his chest, leans forward, and brings his voice down to a sinister whisper, “Fucked her real good – so hard, she begged for seconds.”

Jean grinds his teeth, his breath coming out in seething heaves as he tries to shove the other man off. But Eren is stronger. He keeps Jean in place without much effort.

Eren chuckles. “She let me cum in her too. Isn’t she so generous?”

Jean doesn’t answer.

“And that's just the cherry on top! Let me tell you...such a loyal girlfriend you’ve got, Kiersten. You should be proud of her — she actually thought it was you.” He sneers, almost in a jeering manner, “Imagine the surprise on her face when she turned around to see it was Eren Yaeger…but that didn’t really stop her, now did it?”

You take a few staggering steps forward. It feels like you’re having an out of body experience but it’s when Eren whips his head to look you directly in the eye. The look alone speaks for itself. Don’t fucking move.

You freeze and don’t even attempt to argue cause it was all fucking true.

“Oh,” Eren sighs before, turning his head back, giving a few condescending slaps to the side of your boyfriend's face, “And Jean…should you really be the one calling me sick? Why don’t you tell her what you did, hm?”

Jean spits a wad of blood and saliva into his face - but your boyfriend’s tormented reaction only makes Eren grin wider.

“Shall we talk about the way you purposefully let me fuck her or how you hid like a fucking pussy – not only watching us like a fucking perv but jacked off to us too. Tell me, boyfriend, who’s the fucking sicko now?”

You wait. Wait for Jean to deny but he turns away, his silence speaking louder than words.

“Should I fuck her again?” Eren taunts, reaching down to palm Jean’s dick, only to humiliate him more when he finds that he’s hard, “Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

You whimper, sinking down to your knees before slowly crawling over to the both of them. You should feel guilty but the change in atmosphere made you feel something completely different.

“Why don’t we ask the lady of the hour?” He pinches Jean’s face, jerking it to the side to look at you. “She look guilty to you?”

Jean whimpers. Whimpers.

“Bet she’s wet as fuck right now,” Eren snickers. And he was right. If you weren’t soaked through your panties, surely you were now.

He stands up, shoving your boyfriend to the ground as he walks over to you until his cock is at eye level. He caresses your face, tilting your head up to look at him with the tip of his finger.

“Why don’t we show him, hm?” Eren says softly, his eyes never leaving yours. Slowly, he makes his way around you, sliding his long legs on either side of your body, your back hitting his broad chest before pulling you completely onto his lap. You whimper, immediately feeling how hard he is. His hands instinctively find their way to your breasts, groping them until your nipples are hard enough to be poking through your shirt. Eren grabs the left side of your face, tilting it to the side allowing him access to your neck, pressing wet open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin. He smirks, feeling you shiver and chuckles when he sees your boyfriend, sit up, entranced at the sight of him having his way with you.

“Jesus fuck, you getting hard, Kirstein?” Eren chuckles, slipping a hand into your shorts, hand quickly finding your clit. “Fuck, she’s so wet – you turned on by this too, sweetheart?”

You moan, digging your heels into the ground as Eren rubs faster.

Slowly, Jean crawls over on all fours, wanting to get a better look. As he approaches, your legs immediately widen, letting your boyfriend know that he was more than welcomed to do more than watch. He hesitates before reaching for your shorts, hooking a finger in your panties as well – tugging them down, his fingers tickling your skin as he pulls the clothing off your legs.

Eren takes advantage of the moment, bringing both hands to your cunt, his muscular arms pressing against your tits, making it hard to breathe as he spreads your pussy lips wide, stretching your hole so Jean could get a good look.

And without another word, Jean leans forward, burying his face between your thighs; his tongue slipping right past Eren’s fingers and into your awaiting cunt.

Eren filled with jealousy at the sight, is impatient as fuck, not wanting to wait for his turn – shedding his pants, he shoves your face down, the back of your head hitting the ground as he crawls over you, his heavy cock slapping your cheek as he meets Jean half-way. And without any warning, he aligns the tip with your lips before pushing himself all the way inside. He’s so big that you gag, fucking your face without any mercy, and its not long before his hips find the perfect rhythm – his balls slapping against your face as his tip kisses the back of your throat, no doubt bulging in your neck after every thrust. You knew that he was big but you struggle to not to tear up every time he sheathes himself entirely within you; his massive size makes it hard to breathe. Your body spasms; the need for oxygen and the feeling of the two men eating you out, leaves you feeling delirious.

“Told you she’d fucking like it,” Eren groans, he spits on your clit before flicking it back and forth at the same pace he’s fucking your face.

Jean responds by shoving his fat tongue into your opening, purposefully making the wet muscle wide in order to split you wide open. He scoops his hands under your ass, digging them into your flesh so that he could lift you up, raising your hips to better meet him and Eren.

“She’s gonna cum,” your boyfriend moans, “I can fucking feel it – she’s clenching ‘round me so hard.”

“You gonna cum, baby?” Eren asks through breathy pants, his tongue not letting up its assault, “You’re the dirtiest of us all, aren’t you? So fucking greedy, getting off on the both of us making out with your pussy.”

“Yeah, she is,” Jean urges, his middle finger rimming your puckered ass, “Didn’t know my girlfriend was such a fucking whore.”

“Fuck, she’s so close,” Eren uses his fingers to spread your puffy lips apart, shoving his cock back down your throat, grinding down on your face before pulling back up, “Why don’t you stop being such a fucking pussy and actually fuck your girlfriend, Kirstein – like you fuckin’ mean it this time, yeah?”

Jean gets to his knees, freeing his hard cock from his pants, before sinking into you. Your slit wraps around his fat girth, sucking him in deep. Your body shakes, instantly feeling stuffed all while Eren continues to slurp at your swollen clit.

All of it is too much; Eren fucking your throat – Jean stuffing you full of cock. You were gonna lose your fucking mind.

“You gonna cum, Kirstein?” Eren taunts.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jean groans, focusing on the feeling of being swallowed up.

“You’re close aren’t you?” He angles his hips slightly, directing his teasing towards you, “Tell him how much you want it, sweetheart – how much of a fucking cumslut you are.”

“Please,” you whine, dragging scratches down Eren’s back.

“Please…what?”

You scream in frustration. How infuriating.

“Please...fuck-..! Fill me up, daddy – need it so much–...!”

Your boyfriend’s pace increases, encouraged by your desperate pleads, pumping in and out of you vigorously, his hips racking against your own sloppily as he chases his own release; 'Til he’s groaning, jutting into you at a slower pace as fulfills your request, filling you up – and Eren right in tow, white streams spurting out their slippery tips, filling both of your holes, coating your messy walls white.

And it's at that moment when he empties his load deep inside – you cum hard; squirting all over Jean’s cock, the splash back hitting Eren’s face as he continues to lap at your overstimulated clit.

“S-Stop–please, stop,” you cry, doing your best to shove both of them off, “It’ t-too much – ohmygod fuck, its too muuuuch…!”

Despite your protests, Eren smiles, pressing light kisses against your sensitive sex all while Jean lazily thumbs your ass. The two men had one thing in common and that was making a goddamn mess out of you.

Maybe…Just maybe, Jean wouldn't mind sharing you after all.

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arlerts-angel · 3 months

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having so many hard thoughts abt eren rn. how dominant he would be, getting off on making u nervous and embarrassed. his long hair hanging in ur face as he hovers above u... i feel like he'd love fingering u, the feeling of ur warm, wet pussy clenching around his fingers. and fuck, just knowing that he was making u feel so good would egg him on so quickly.

i know u dont write much eren, and thats okay!! please disregard this if it doesnt resonate with you. i just trust ur interpretation of the characters since u have such a knack for it. but if it does id love to hear ur thoughts. im just a whore for eren jaeger what can i say 🤤

eren jaeger x fem!reader, NSFW 🤍 18+ MDNI

a/n: oop i don't usually write characters with 'daddy' as a title but i can so see eren calling himself that so that's what i wrote SORRY HNSHKSHK I HOPE YOU LIKE IT STILL 😰

lots of dirty talk | fingering | pet names: baby, pretty, princess, dirty girl | eren calls himself daddy

taglist: @ringsofsaturnnnn @i-literally-cant-with-this @milky-aeons

NONNIE !!! you are so right

eren absolutely loves making you flustered and squirmy; he thinks you're just so cute when you're nervous! not only that, but i think it fuels his ego just a smidge 🤭

and mmm, i agree that one of his favorite things in the world to do to you is finger your desperate little pussy while he hovers above you. he has a perfect view of your pretty face while he makes you cum on his fingers :(

oh, some food for thought! eren would absolutely moan with you and talk you through while he fingers you :(

he sucks air in through his gritted teeth while he fingers you and rubs your clit, going on about "aw, feels so good doesn't it baby? i know it does. y'look so pretty... so fuckin pretty baby. pussy's so wet for me baby, you like when i finger you huh? yeahhh, right there... just like that. doing so good for me, princess."

oh and when you buck your hips against him while he fingers you?

"oh you like that, don't you? dirty girl. so desperate to cum. tell daddy how good he makes you feel. let me hear it, baby. wanna hear those pretty moans."

he just loves to pleasure you in general ! fingering, eating you out, fucking you senseless, anything that makes you cum he loves !

i think he'd be heavy on eye contact, but sometimes the eye contact is too much so you try to hide your face or close your eyes but he hits you with the "look at me baby. wanna look into those pretty eyes when you cum for me"

HEAR ME OUT. HE KISSES YOUR FOREHEAD WHILE YOU CUM. 😵‍💫😍

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pinkmirth · 1 year

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𝒮ℋ𝒪𝒲𝒯ℐℳℰ!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝓇ℴ𝒸𝓀 '𝓃 𝓇ℴ𝓁𝓁!

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ༉‧₊˚. eren’s got mere minutes to make it to the stage, but he’ll need a taste of you before he goes.

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 ༉‧₊˚. ( 3.1k words of . . . ) rockstar!eren jaeger x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, established relationship, subtle themes of coercion, quickie, pwp, eren has tattoos, reader wears a mini-skirt & crop top, mentions of cunnilingus and squirting, fingering, titty-sucking, handjob, semi-public (in the hallway), wall sex, eren has a tongue piercing + genital piercing, unprotected/no condoms, use of petnames (baby, princess), explicit language, minors shoo!

𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 . . . (let it be known that this is an edited and revised repost of my earlier released fic!) — i was inspired by this artwork, all credits go to @lyco_aot on twitter. rockstar rennie has been PLAGUING my mind!

Eren knows better than this.

He should be in room-thirty to test the sound systems for the concert, or squeezing in one last practice session with his bandmates. But what’s the need for such preparations when he could have his hand up your skirt?

“Why’d you bring me here?” The stale atmosphere of the secluded hallway is permeated by your whisper. Eren insisted that it was something ‘important’, but your mind’s preoccupied with the upcoming show. Before you can question him further, he takes hold of your waist and guides you backwards until your back meets the wall, and your leg bumps a nearby guitar case in the process. Eren’s touch is hasty– he’s in a rush.

“Let’s fuck.” Direct as ever, Eren boldly initiates. He seems to have forgotten that his performance is just around the corner. You plant your hands on his chest, feeling warmth radiate onto your palms. Despite your growing appetite for him, you know that giving in would only encourage his reckless behavior.

“Now?” You let out an airy, incredulous laugh. Surely he couldn't be serious, not when he only had a handful of time left to make it to the stage.

“Right here, right fuckin’ now.” Eren firmly decides. The conviction in his voice tells you how much he needs this; needs you. He keeps your body close, emphasizing his arousal by pressing the outline of his erection to your pelvis. The rough denim of his pants chafe against your tiny fabric skirt. He toys with your thighs in his large hands, squeezing at doughy flesh and poking his fingers through the holes of your ripped black stockings. You whine over the ticklish brush of his fingertips.

Eren swipes his hair back to rest behind his ear, a continual habit of his. Long, fluid tresses spill down his broad shoulders, and you can't resist brushing a few dark strands out of his face. His teal eyes are filled with swirling passion as he gazes at you, undeniably lovestruck. To break away from his intense stare, you mention the opening act that’s soon to start. He could definitely use a reminder.

“The concert, ‘Ren.”

“I know.” Your metalhead boyfriend pulls an unconcerned pout. He's never been one for taking responsibility. In his defense, Eren’s confident that he's fully prepared; having practiced his guitar solo tirelessly. His makeup’s finished up too, ink-black eyeliner applied to his waterline in flawless strokes.

He certainly looks show-ready; his grungy appearance is unmistakably ‘Eren-like’. He’s got on his favorite platform boots, the buckled ones that cause a dull echo with every step he takes, along with adding a few spare inches to his already tall stature. Spiked bracelets adorn his wrists, clinking as he rests his hands on the small of your back to tug you close. A loose fitting tank top drapes over his body, revealing the expanse of his warm olive skin. The most striking aspect of his appearance is impossible to ignore— through the tattered jeans he wears, you catch a glimpse of his boner, straining at the dark denim.

Evidently, he’s ready as can be. All that’s left is to get in a short-and-sweet fuck before hitting the stage. He might even use the flimsy excuse that it’ll help him shake off some nerves.

You seem unwilling to take such a risk, especially after how things turned out the last time his libido got the best of him. A few weeks back, Eren failed to notice his cue to take the stage; he was far too occupied with swirling his shiny tongue piercing around your clit. Once he finally arrived, the mussed state of his chocolate-brown hair was enough to let his bandmates know that he’d ‘taken you backstage’... You doubt that they’ll allow you and Eren to live it down.

“You remember what happened the other time,” You mention, dreading the thought of being at fault for another delay. He lifts a thick brow, lips turning upwards into a look of mischief. “Yeah, I remember. You came all over my tongue. I even had to take off my shirt and—”

“Ugh, Eren!” You smack his chest, cheeks going hot with flush. All the while, his prankish laughter ensues. How could you forget? You squirted all over him. The shirtless look only added to his heavy-metal charm, so the mishap worked out for the better. That still won’t hinder him from teasing you endlessly.

“You upset with me?” Eren stifles a chuckle. Upon seeing your eyes roll, he chooses to take it easy on you. “M’sorry, baby... It was hot, though.” He murmurs, squeezing your ass unashamedly. His large hands knead and grope in just the way you like. “I’ll be quick this time around, yeah?” You take his promise with the slightest grain of salt.

Seeking to mend your bruised ego and win you over, he presses fluttery kisses to your neck. It doesn’t take long for him to leave your jugular and gravitate towards your lips. It begins with warm pecks and lightly mingled breaths of air, until his head tips to the right, assertively prodding out his tongue. The silver ball in his mouth coolly grazes your bottom lip as he suckles on it.

You raise a knee to his erection, gently adding pressure. His body jolts at the friction. Eren instinctively grinds his hips, “Fuck, you can’t let me go out there like this,” he groans into your agape mouth. You swallow his sounds, eagerly returning haphazard kisses. “Lemme fuck you good. Please, baby?” He lowly whines against your lips.

“… Don’t take too long.” you sigh out a huffy response, as if you haven’t been convinced ever since he gave your butt a thorough grab. It was just satisfying to hear him plead for you.

He perks up to reveal a dangerous grin, eyes glinting with mischief. “I won't.” And with that, Eren’s flipping up your small skirt. Nimble fingers trace over your panties, feeling at the dampness he caused. Abruptly, your fingers tighten around his shoulders. He pauses at the sudden hitch of your breath.

“What is it? You okay?” to his relief, you meekly nod your head. “Yeah, but we’re in the hallway.” you mention, breathless. He merely shrugs in reply. The tips of his fingers are stationed at the lacy band of your underwear, hooked and ready to pull.

“So?”

“Anyone could walk in on us,” You clarify. Again, he gives a careless shoulder shrug, seeing no need for concern. You feel your patience slipping away. “Do you want your drummer to catch us doing it? Or worse, your manager?”

To that, Eren zealously laughs. “I brought us here for a reason. It’s empty,” his assuring tone provides you with a sense of comfort. “Just trust me, alright?” His fingers ghost over your nub, until he’s rubbing you through your panties. Eren watches the worry melt right off of your pretty face, lips going agape. You end up making more noise than intended when a moan escapes you.

“So loud,” he tauntingly clicks his teeth, “You don’t give a fuck anymore, do you?” Eren chuckles through his nose. He tugs the barrier of cloth aside, feeling at your puckering hole and gathering your sticky essence with the pad of his finger. He sends you a wicked grin before delving in, making light scissoring movements by spreading his lithe digits apart. He knows that time isn’t on his side, but Eren simply can’t imagine skipping out on prep. You need the stretch, even if it’s just for the briefest minute, in order to accommodate him later.

Years of strumming and plucking guitar strings have made him proficient at using his fingers, much to your benefit. The pace builds, with Eren rapidly entering and exiting. The veins in his tattooed forearm protrude as he moves with purpose. He struggles against the clench you’ve sucked him into, gritting his teeth and muttering curses about your tightness. You writhe against the wall, freeing out uneven puffs of air and repetitive calls of his name. Suggestively wet squelches accompany your shaky voice.

“Ohmygod— Eren!” you release a jagged cry. In an instant he’s slipping out, leaving you void and aching for him. Eren lolls out his tongue, bringing his soaked digits to his lips and licking them clean of your essence. You catch onto the slight gleam of his piercing while he laps at the pads of his fingers. “Wish I could eat your sweet pussy, baby,” he mumbles, peering at you through low-lidded eyes. “But there ain’t enough time.”

Eren transfixes his gaze on your boobs. He’s captivated by the rhythmic heaving, watching your chest rise and fall like a tide. Your cropped shirt comes with a dipping v-neck, leaving room for your cleavage to spill past the shallow neckline. There’s red text on the top, ‘PARADIS DEVILS’ displayed in brutal font. Seeing you in his merchandise makes his dick throb.

He fondles your clothed breasts in his sizable hands, scrunching your top above your chest and expertly unclasping your bra. He dips down to level with your chest as soon as the undergarment hits the ground, latching his mouth onto your left nipple. It perks and hardens underneath the chill metal of his piercing. You're lathered in his spit as he makes a mess out of you.

“I fuckin’ love you,” Eren slurs, gazing up at you from between your tits with the sparkliest turquoise eyes. Saliva coats his plump lips. You hum at his ministrations, running a hand through his dark hair. “I love you too, baby, but don’t spend all our time on my boobs.” you giggle, gently thumbing his bottom lip.

“Mm… fine,” he mindlessly hums. With one last kiss to the valley of your breasts, Eren reluctantly breaks away and begins to search through the pocket of his black Balmain jeans. He pushes past bobby pins, crumpled pieces of paper from his lyric notepad, a low-charged AirPod case and some guitar picks, until eventually removing a thin hairband.

Defined muscle of his inked biceps ripple as Eren swipes his lengthy hair back and messily bunches it together, holding the hair-tie between his teeth. Your eyes stay trained on the flexure of his tatted arms. “I wanna be able to see you.” His explanation comes out muffled. Hair falls in stray pieces over his forehead, and you can't help but adore the careless bun he threw it all into.

With his brown tresses out of view, Eren’s features have become sharper— enhanced, even. You admire the structured angle of his jaw, the straight slope of his nose, and the subtle cupid's bow of his pink lips.

Eren hurriedly reaches for his pants, studded belt jangling as he undoes it. The dark jeans drop to his ankles, pooling over his bulky shoes. He brings his boxers down with the denim, too. Eight lengthy inches spring free, erect and throbbing in a way that only you can relieve him of. Near the slit of his reddened cockhead lies a stainless-steel bar— the Prince Albert piercing that Eren impulsively got done a couple months back. It adds more stimulation than you could imagine.

He pulls up his graphic tank top and holds it between his teeth, allowing the tip to bob against his lean abdomen. Your eyes can’t seem to break away from the trance of his pulsing cock. Reaching forward, your dainty hand closes around him. Eren hisses at your touch, shuddering over the lazy twirl of your hand as you stroke him. Your thumb goes over the precum-smeared head.

“Fuck, babe,” his mouth drops. “Jus’ hop on my cock already.” You free him from your salacious grasp to hook one leg around his hip, using the other foot to manage balancing your weight on your heel. Your knee-high platform boots produce a low squeak as the soles rub against the ground. Eren warmly pats your sides, prompting you to climb onto him.

“Hold onto me,” he says. You launch yourself up with a little jump, allowing him to do the rest. His strong arms encircle your thighs, hauling you up and supporting your weight underneath his wide palms. You lock your legs around his hips, emitting a faint whine when his dick brushes past your damp folds.

“M’gonna be fast about it,” is Eren’s low disclaimer. You deserve to know that once he starts, he won’t be letting up. His tip catches your engorged nub in the process of him lining up with your fluttering entrance. “You can handle that, right, princess?” You give an eager nod, dazedly looking at him through wispy curled lashes. Your hands are stationed at his shoulders, your grip secure as he keeps you pinned to the wall with his body weight.

Then comes the sudden ping of his phone, chiming from the pocket of his jeans that lay rumpled at his feet. Without even a glance, he recognizes it as a notifier for the performance beginning shortly. “Goddamn.” Eren detests being rushed like nothing else. Nevertheless, he has to make due with the timeframe. The show starts in ten measly minutes, but he’ll manage to satisfy the both of you in five, give-or-take.

“We’re on the clock, ‘Ren. Hurry up ‘n fuck me.” you release a sigh. “Yeah?” Eren hardly speaks, just barely, tongue prodding at his inner cheek. He sees your intention; you simply mean to spur him on since there's no time to waste. The quiet answer he gives is domineering— his firm glare contains a look of raw desire. At long last, he’ll have his way with you.

One fluid motion is all it takes for Eren to drive himself into your sopping core. He’s been inside for no less than a millisecond, but he’s surely about to lose his mind in this pussy— you’re somehow tighter than before, wetter than ever, and squeezing the fuck out of his long, meaty cock.

“Mm, fuck!” You gasp out through tremulous breaths. The vicious way he plunges in and draws out wrings a moan straight from your throat. You feel him twitching intensely from within you, just as the sensation of your contracting walls make his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Given his size, it doesn’t take long for him to reach deep and stir you up from the inside out. His piercing immediately grazes your sweet spot, wracking a mewl from your plush lips. Before you can remotely adapt to him, Eren’s pulling out and slamming back in again, reaching the hilt with every periodic snap of his hips. Your body jolts in his arms. The thick stretch is fleeting and doesn't have a chance to settle in.

“Ah— ‘Ren!” He drinks in your cries, gracing you with the sloppiest of open-mouthed kisses. He rocks you back and forth with pure strength, bouncing you on his dick. The sharp resound of clapping skin penetrates the air— but not as deep as he’s penetrating you. He ruts into you manically, the speed unrelenting. Your manicured nails pierce the tan skin of his shoulders. “I got you, baby,” Eren grunts, voice strained. “I got you.”

He’s entranced by your being, wholly absorbed in how good you make him feel. Eren conveys his affection by maintaining impassioned eye contact, which he never breaks even when pounding into you. His key pendant dangles between your sweat-sheen bodies, swinging with every thrust.

Eren’s tempo picks up. Urgently, he fucks you against the ceramic wall. “I’ve— shit, been waitin’ to do this all day,” he admits through breathy whimpers, the silver ball in his mouth gleaming when he speaks. Despite his best efforts, Eren found himself constantly distracted during microphone testing and instrument rehearsals, as thoughts of you consumed his mind. The day progressed, and his yearning for you only ever grew stronger, until he was unable to resist. He witnesses your beauty and can’t help the urge to bask in it— to bask in you.

“I could fuck you for hours,” Eren groans, punctuating his words with harsh upward thrusts. Your tits bounce against his chest as he delivers forceful, calculated strokes.

Your climax nears. It’s undeniable, considering how you clamp down on his girth like nothing else matters. “I—I’m so close!” you hiccup, choking on your words. It’s like you can feel the dick in your throat. You’re going crazy, and world-renowned rockstar Eren Matthew Jaeger is to blame. If he continues to whisk your guts around like this, you’ll wind up with an empty brain and a full womb— and Eren’s determined to make that happen before the opening act.

“Gonna come, baby?” he coos, flashing you a crude smile. Your reply consists of a fractured whine, with a high-pitched 'mm-hm!' being the only discernible utterance. He prompts your brewing orgasm by drilling away at your cunt. “Then fuckin’ do it.” His guttural command impels you to snap. When you throw your head back and spasm in his arms, Eren knows he’s done it; made you cum all over his dick in no less than four minutes.

He’s soon to follow. Eren leans his forehead onto yours, panting out calls of your name against your lips. The deepness of his moans reverberate and bounce around your ears– you can hear his desperation to finish. He buries his face into the crook of your neck when he ultimately comes, cock jumping as he uses your snug pussy to empty his balls. You're filled with him to the very brim, warm seed trickling past your cunt in pearly white globs.

Your frantic heartbeat begins to calm as the high gradually wears off. You unclasp Eren from your iron grip, and he guides you back down to your feet. He chuckles over the slight shake in your legs. “Careful,” He embraces you tightly, providing a stable anchor and keeping you from stumbling against the wall for support. You lean into him, wrapping your arms around his slim waist to give a weary hug.

“I finished in time. Told you not to worry,” he mutters, chin resting atop your head. As always, his restive hands find their way to the round of your ass.

“If you didn't, I woulda’ made you go out there with your pants down.” you scoff at him. Eren’s chest vibrates with unbelieving laughter. “Sure you would, princess.” He pulls his jeans back into place and fastens the belt. As for you, he helps to flatten out your bunched-up skirt. From underneath soaked panties, you keep loads of his arousal stored inside of your spent pussy. He’s truly blessed to have such a pretty little cumdump.

“I’ll take care of you properly after the show,” Eren faintly whispers, low-toned words fluttering onto the shell of your ear. His assured promise makes you wet with anticipation. He grabs his cherry red guitar from the sticker-covered case and slings it over his shoulder, exchanging a pillowy-soft kiss with you before parting ways.

Eren knows so much fucking better than this— sneaking in a fast-fuck before a gig. Lust clouds his better judgment.

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