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kekeplsloveme · 2 years

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You're mine

Pairing: Eren x reader

Summary: In which the reader is Armin's little sister who gets corrupted by his best friend, Eren.

Warning: Modern!AU, NSFW, MINORS DNI, posessive Eren, one death threat but not towards the reader or anything , fuckboy!Eren, unprotected sex, dom!Eren (are you surprised?), sub!reader, dirty talk, the rest you can experience yourselves ;)

Word Count: 4k lets go

A/N: wrote this at 4 am, if you see any mistakes give me a break pls

Things have been different ever since you moved in with your brother. You do miss your parents and how they wouldn't leave you alone sometimes and you did miss having those family conversations in the living room right after you had your dinner and a crappy show on TV was playing as background noise. It's the little things that count towards the best moments in life, even if it just includes talking about nothing and watching a show that you never cared about.

The few couple of weeks have been difficult; Armin welcomed you with open arms when you mentioned that you got accepted into the same University as he did and when he offered you a room in his apartment, you were over the moon. You have a good relationship with your brother. He's always been there for you when you needed a shoulder to cry on, always there to defend you to other kids even if he wasn't the strongest one there and would often get into fights he could never win. You loved him more than anything and he loved you just as much. Moving across the country to go to University was the thing that broke your heart the most. The day he left felt like you lost your family and your bestfriend. Sure, your parents were nice, but they didn't compare to how much you and Armin cared about each other.

A part of why you applied to the same University as him was because of your brother. You wanted to see him again and not just a few times a year. Spending two years away from him was horrible.

One thing that took you by surprise when you moved in with him was just how many friends he managed to make over just two years. He was part of a huge group of friends that would often hang out in his apartment since some of them either still lived with their parents or had shitty roomates that would ruin the fun. Armin was fortunate enough to have a decent internship the summer before he went to school and stuck with it, so rent was never a problem for him.

You tried to hang out with them as well, but it was just not the same thing. You felt like they saw you as Armin's little sister instead of as your own person, so you stopped trying to become their friend. Who would want to feel tolerated and not wanted there? You never wanted to make the others feel like they must be nice to you because they like your brother, so you stopped hanging out with them whatsoever. You avoided them when they were over and that way you wouldn't just feel tolarated. You hated that word so much.

Just like tonight. Some of his friends were over and you stayed inside your room the entire evening. As you were typing on your laptop, you felt your stomach growl, reminding you that you need food to function. You looked at the clock that pointed to be a bit after midnight. You make your way to the door and put your ear against it, giving yourself a few seconds to listen and see if there's someone in the living room, but when there was nothing but silence, you left your room. Not like you could have been able to tell, your room is on the other side of the apartment.

As you turned the corner to go into the living room that you needed to pass in order to get to the kitchen, you heard someone's voice. You could tell it was one of your brother's friends, but couldn't tell exactly. He is talking to someone on the phone, that much you can tell, but you waited too long to eat, so you went into the kitchen anyway. You're sure it's not that important anyway.

"I know, I can't wait-" you heard Eren's voice as you walked inside. The moment you stepped foot into the room, he stopped talking to whoever was on the phone and excused himself under the pretext that he'd call later. It felt awkward; how he looked you up and down, how his eyes were still on you, how he followed you with his gaze as you made your way to the fridge.

Eren was the one friend that you just couldn't stand. There was something about him that made you feel insecure and like he was trying to dominate the air in every room he was in. He was much taller than you were and you couldn't help but notice the fact that he liked to work out by how his arms looked and how much he liked to show it to everyone. And, God, did he like to tease you. You didn't need to hear it from anyone, but you knew just what a fuckboy Eren was. You could just take one look at him and know, he just gave off the vibe that he fucks everything that moves and you being his friend's little sister, were the perfect target for his teasing. Him being over all the fucking time didn't help your situation either.

"You're up late," he said to you, but all you did was open the fridge and pour yourself a glass of orange juice. Suddenly, you lost your appetite. "Don't ignore me, little siren," you heard his voice behind you, not close enough to touch you, but close enough to give off that same intimidating feeling.

"Where's Armin?" you changed the subject. You turned around to face him, holding the glass of orange juice in your hand, but he took it from you before you could even have a sip.

"What, you're scared you're alone with me?" he drank from the glass and poured the rest in the sink. What a dick. When you didn't answer him, he continued. "Afraid he's driving his little girlfriend Annie home," he leaned on the counter as he spoke to you. You couldn't help yourself from looking at his arms. He worked out today, it was obvious by how good- by how his lower arms looked. The veins on his arms were the obvious sign.

"Why did you not go with them, then?" you crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to give off a confident feel, but you couldn't compare to him.

"Relax, princess, he's on his way back," Eren got a few steps closer to you. Your back was against the wall next to the fridge, which you pressed even harder into it as he got closer and close to you. It was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing to you and he enjoyed every moment of it. "This necklace," he pointed out, gently grabbing the silver jewelry around your neck. "So pretty," he let go of it and brushed the side of your neck with his fingers and thumb on the other side.

You couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach as he was teasing you like this, pushing the boundaries and pushing you at the same time. He finally pressed his hand into your neck, a gentle squeeze. Not hard enough to stop you from breathing, but hard enough to feel good. "Do you like my hand around your throat?" he whispered in your ear, pressing his chest on yours, pinning you against the wall with his hand and body. "You're so quiet, don't have anything to say to save yourself?"

You gasped quietly, secretly, but not so subtly loving whatever Eren was doing with you right now. You avoided eye contact with him, you didn't want to see that stupid look on his face right now. He brushed yoru jaw with his thumb and moved his hand further up your face. "Look at me," he ordered you as he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him, forcing you to go through the painful process of making eye contact with him as he was melting your brain. He's never went so far before, but you knew that with your reaction to all of this, he won't be stopping any time soon. "You're so pathetic," he whispered to you, a smirk forming on his face. "You just like to be talked down on, don't you?" He shook your head, puckering your lips by the way he was holding your face now. "Not a thought inside that head, other than getting fu-" Eren was interrupted by the sound of the front door being unlocked. That same smirk he had got even bigger. He let go of your face, but leaned down to whisper in your ear. "I thought you were like that, but fuck," he chuckled, "I had no idea Armin's little sister was such a submissive little slut." He put distance between you and himself, just as Armin turned the corner to come inside the kitchen.

He took one look at you, one look at Eren and then another at you. "Is everything okay?" he asks us, but neither me or Eren answer, both for different reasons. "Because each time you two are in the same room, you rip each other's heads off so it's hard to believe you're getting along."

"Nope, we're good," Eren steps in to answer. "Right, princess? Tell your brother we're fine." Even in front of your brother he can't help himself, but you can't lie and say that Eren talking to you like this doesn't turn you on at all.

"Yeah, we're fine," you answer Armin, but you were looking at Eren. Eren smiled at you and turned to leave the Kitchen, grabbing your brother as well. At least he got you out of this embarrassing situation.

The moment you get back to your room, you close your door and press your back on it, allowing yourself to fall to the ground. "What the fuck..." you whisper to yourself, disbelief washing over you, a wave of shame and embarrassment overcoming you as you play what happened between you and Eren on a loop in your head. It was hot, like really hot, and the way he talked to you... You were starting to understand why so many girls want to fuck him, he definitely knows what he's doing. But one thing he told you stands out in particular. How you're submissive. You've had boyfriends before, but none of them any dominant tendancies, so the idea of you being submissive never occurred to you. What was Eren going to do about this now? Is he still going to tease you or did things get worse?

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A couple of weeks went by since you saw Eren. Saying that you were doing your best to avoid him was an understatment, but you know that it didn't matter how much you wanted to avoid him at all costs, he is still your brother's friend and he'd still come hang out with him here. Just like today.

Every few weeks they gather here at your brother's and throw a small party, just enough for them and not anyone else outside the group. It's more like a group hangout with music, alcohol and weed, rather than a party. Normally, you'd say hi to everyone when they got here just to be nice, grab a drink and go back to your room, but you didn't step foot outside your door at all. They've been here for a couple of hours already, and boredome did start to get the best of you. You still can't decide if you were bored because you were all alone in your room or because you wanted to see Eren again, but you tried not to think about that too much.

As you opened your bedroom door to finally step out, you bumped right into Eren's chest who was about to open your door. You looked up at him, the smell of alcohol and weed fresh on him, it was intoxicating, but you wanted more. "Eren," you said almost as a whisper, feeling your breath get stuck in your chest. Now you know, you definitely were bored because of him.

"Hey there, little siren," he answered you, placing his hands on your shoulders and moving you backwards, away from the door so he can step in. "You've been avoiding me." Eren pointed out and closed the door with his leg, briefly taking his hand off of you so he can lock the door. Seeing him do that made you feel nervous, but also sent butterflies in your stomach. "Tell me why."

That same intimidating feeling got to you again. He was so demanding, but also it was so hot to be bossed around by him like this. When you hesitated to answer, he turned you around so your back was against the door. "When I talk to you, " he said as he wrapped his fingers around your throat again, but this time he wasn't as careful as last time. "You answer me," he continued, tightening his grip on your neck. The first time he did it felt like he was just testing the waters, seeing how far I let him play with me, but this time he's taking what he wants. It was hard to breathe, but you loved it. Loved the control he had over you and loved how he made you submit just by existing, how he didn't need to do anything to you to prove just how easily he can mess with your mind. "So answer me. Why were you avoiding me?"

The look on his face was pure lust. You knew exactly why he came to your room and it was definitely not to just have a chat. "You noticed I was," you answered him, even if it wasn't the answer he was looking for.

Eren chuckled and let go of your neck, moving his fingers inside your hair. He gripped a fistful of your hair at the base of you scalp, getting a good grip on it without making it hurt too much for you. "Yeah, I fucking noticed," he answered you as he tilted your head to the side, leaving your neck fully exposed to him. He pressed his lip on it - one small kiss here, another one there, until he was sucking on one spot right below your ear. You felt your knees go weak, the pleasure from just kissing your neck was overwhelming you, but your neck has always been your most sensitive spot.

"Eren, stop," you make a pathetic attempt at pushing him off, but all he did was grab your wrist and slam it above your head, now his lips on a different spot on your neck. "Eren, please, don't leave any marks, Armin will know." You sucked a breath in, almost losing control over how he laughed against your skin.

"You sound so good when you beg, princess," he said to you, brushing his thumb over the two hickeys he left on your neck. "I'll mark you if I want, got it?" He informed you, a smile making its way on his face. "You tried so hard to avoid me just to let me do whatever I want to you now, huh?" He let go of your hair and grabbed your other wrist, putting it against the first one. "You've been thinking about me."

"Think about you?" you let out a little laugh, but Eren saw right through it. "Please, don't be so full of yourself," you continued, this false act of confidence not even coming across as half believable.

"I've been thinking about you," he said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. His right hand started roaming on your body. "How obedient and what a good girl you were for me that night," he moved his hand to your lower back, pulling you in closer to his body. "It's so hard to find such a submissive slut, you know that?" he let go of your wrists and dragged you to your desk, pushing the books and notebooks from it on the ground. "On the desk, now."

You followed his orders in a heartbeat, taking a seat on your desk in front of him. "Have you really been thinking about me?" you ask him in a shy and quiet tone. Your cheeks were blushing a bright pink colour and you could feel just how wet you were. Eren was driving you insane and you couldn't help but fall deeper in the hole he dug for you.

Eren grabbed your thighs and pulled you in closer to him, your ass right on the edge of the desk as he took a seat on your chair, right in front of you. "Fuck, you were the only thing o my mind, little siren," he pulled of your shorts, but leaving your panties on for you. "The way you were looking at me when my hand was around your throat," he rubbed your inner thigh, spreading your legs in the process. "How good it will feel when I finally get my hands on you and ruin you," he looked up at you and smirked. "How sweet you must taste," Eren grabbed your panties and threw them on the ground. The next thing you know, his tongue was pressed flat against your clit and he was holding you in place by having a strong grip on your thighs.

He was talented with his mouth in ways you couldn't even describe. His tongue was working magic on your clit and two of his fingers were rubbing all the right spots inside your pussy. "Ah- fuck, Eren," you moaned out and ran your fingers through his hair to hold onto for support. You started grinding your hips into his mouth, feeling yourself reach your orgasm. It's been so long since you've done this with someone and with how much Eren's been teasing you and the weeks of torment are a recipe for not lasting long at all.

"Eren, please, " you whines, your mind starting to become fuzzy with pleasure. "I'm so close, please let me cum," your fingers were holding onto his hair like it was the only thing that can keep you alive. "Ah, Eren," you couldn't help yourself from moaning his name, it was just rolling off your tongue and the only thing on your mind. "Ah, please, please, I'm gonna-"

Your high was cut short before it even happened. The moment those words left your mouth, Eren detached himself from your pussy and got up from the chair. You felt dizzy, you were right there, right there and he just took it all from you. Your eyes got full of tears, not because you were sad, but because of the sheer amount of pleasure that was ripped away from you, your body doesn't seem to comprehend what you just went through. "Eren..." you spoke out in a shaky voice.

"As hot as it was hearing you moan my name, " Eren said to you as he wiped his mouth and chin on his t-shirt. "You're not cumming anywhere other than my cock, got it?" You nodded your head and accepted it. All you wanted right now was to please him and nothing else.

Eren picked you up like you weighted nothing and threw you on your bed. He was so strong, you didn't need to move a muscle in order for him to get whatever he wanted.

"If I ever see you with anyone else," he started speaking to you as he took his shirt off and threw it on the ground, "I'll kill him." Those words sent butterflies to your stomach. You've never had someone say that to you, but you also didn't know what Eren was capable of. The unknown factor of this whole thing made things so much hotter for you.

"I'm not yours, Eren," you answered him, pushing that posessivness of his even further. "I'm not your girlfriend and you didn't even kiss me," You ran your hands on his arms, feeling his muscles under your touch.

"Is that how it works?" Before you could answer, Eren slammed his lips on yours, sealing the deal with a kiss just like you said. He was passionate and agressive, taking control of the kiss without hesitation and you letting him have control without fighting back. "There," he said, grabbing your cheeks again and holding your face still. "You're fucking mine, little siren," he smirked, enjoying the sheer amount of lust in your eyes, all that lust only for him. "The moment you cum around my cock then I'll own you," you heard his belt buckling and his trousers hitting the floor.

He grabbed his dick and rubbed it on your pussy, coating it in your juices and his silava. You could feel just how big he was with him rubbing himself on you. "Eren..." You said as you grabbed his arm.

"I know baby," he reassured you, "I know I'm big, but you'll take it as a good girl, right?" He positioned his tip to your entrace, not pushing it in yet. "I'll make it fit, I'll make you scream for God," he pushed in the tip, getting the head in only. You were so wet and warm around him, you wrapped around his cock so good, it took a lot of effort not to cum inside of you in that moment.

He started moving inside of you slowly, giving you a few minutes to get used to his size, but the moment that you started moaning instead of hissing and grunting in pain, there was no going back. He set up a fast and hard pace, knocking all your thoughts out of your head. You just felt so good, so warm, so wet, so tight. You wrapped around him like a glove, the pleasure was overwhelming both of you. The only things that could be heard in the room was the sound of the skin slapping against each other and both of you moaning, especially Eren. You never took him as the vocal one, but how would you be able to know any better? His moans sounded so sweet and filled with pleasure. He was so loud, letting himself fall into all the pleasure he was feeling, allowing you to know just how good your body makes him feel, how he claimed you as his own and held to his words.

"Eren," you moaned his name again, getting his attention to you.

"Yeah, baby?" he answered you, picking up the pace he set earlier. His movements were erratic and desperate, he was chasing his high just as hard as you were chasing yours. When he noticed you couldn't form any sentence without mumbling and moaning, he knew exactly what you wanted to say. "You're gonna cum around my dick, baby?" he moved his left hand to your clit, rubbing it in order to help you go over the edge. "Let it go baby, i got you," he reassured you, whispering in your ear in between his moans and grunts of pleasure. "I got you," he repeated, feeling himself get to the edge.

The next thing you know, your body felt like it was going to explode from the overwhelming amount of pleasure Eren gave you. The room was spinning and you felt as tears rolled down your cheeks. It all was so much, more than you've ever felt with any other partner you've ever had before. The moment you were done chasing your high, Eren did a few more thrusts before getting himself in as deep as he could as he also let go and chased his high. Your hands were on his cheeks, holding him as his knees buckled, the pleasure overwhelming him as well.

"So are we together now?"

Eren looked at you and started laughing, pulling out from inside of you with a sharp breath. "Yes, princess. We are."

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stoned-eren · 5 months

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favorite quotes of some eren asmr i found online <3

"you're a very naughty woman, you know that?"

"gently or roughly, i'll caress you"

"i want to know if you've had a relationship with another man? did you do anything with another man?"

"...something that you and i have cherished together. something obscene and lewd."

"i'm going to rip off your clothes and see all of you."

"if you want me to make you scream from my touch, say it. 'master, please forgive me for shaking my body and raising my voice.' it makes me crazy when you're so obedient."

"hey, you're being too loud. you can hear everything through the window. do you want all the longing men to hear your naughty voice? you've always been a slut. you want everyone to hear you moan, don't deny it."

"raise your sweet voice. relax your body, and put your hands behind your back. bind your wrists. i want to take away your freedom."

"relax your body even more. if you do that, the pain of being tied up will quickly turn into pleasure. well, how does it feel to have me whisper these things to you? it's great, isn't it?"

"here, open your legs. i'll tie your legs so you can't close them. i know you like to be pleasured sweetly and painfully. good girl. you're at my mercy."

"i'll take care of you. i'll cherish you more carefully than ever before."

"what you see now is me. what you hear now is my voice. what your body feels now is only me. now and forever."

#n.sfw #.txt #just a really rough translation. probably not entirely accurate but #i tried with the tools i had. either way #im thankful for eren this thanksgiving #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #eren jeager #eren #eren yeager #eren jager #ask to tag #eren x you #eren x reader #eren x y/n #aot smut #eren x reader smut

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ichijager13 · 1 year

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Make it up for you

Summary: After a heated fight, Eren leaves your shared apartment. when he comes back he makes a hell of an apology.

A/N: I’m in love with an imaginary man and he’s making me raising my standards to unreasonable limits sometimes. This is selfindulgent and I’m crying because I know I’ll never have something like this with him. *Sniff sniff*

“Because I fucking told you not to do it”. he yelled punching the wall behind you. “I asked you not to interfere”. you jolted eyes widening and tears threatening to start streaming down your face. Realizing he scared you off, he quickly backs away. You remain there pressed against the wall in a state of stupor. Eren was normally a calm and put-together person. For you to see him like this was quite shocking. You try to get a hold of yourself, take a deep breath and calm down. You walk towards him reaching your hands to him but before you get close enough, he grabs his jacket and storms out of the house slamming the door behind him.

“Eren wait”. You press your trembling hands against your mouth as you fall to your knees crying.

Eren’s relationship with his father and older brother has always been complicated. You chose to stay out of it since the beginning. But that night when Carla called you on the verge of breaking down and told you about what happened during Eren’s last visit and asked for your help to get things fixed between the two siblings you couldn’t turn your back to her.

“Stay out of it”. he simply said wearing a stern look when you tempted to talk some sense into him. but you thought you were doing the right thing. You thought that by inviting Sieg for dinner, things would get better. You pick up your phone and type a text message but then delete it. if he wants some space to clear his thoughts then you’ll give it to him, even if it’s killing you.

With your sobs calmed, you open your laptop trying to finish your next week’s assignment but you are too distracted to focus on what you were reading. You clench your eyes shut trying to sort out your thoughts but when you remember how hard his eyes were and the violence of his actions your tears start falling all over again. You put down your computer, bring your legs against your chest and sit on your couch sobbing quietly.

You have never seen him this angry in the two years you lived together under the same roof. He has always been nice-tempered and easygoing. You were still in your place when you heard the door crack open. You hug yourself tighter making yourself smaller. Your heart starts pounding and your breath catches when you hear his footsteps approaching. You quickly hide your face not wanting to get a glimpse of his angry expression.

“Hey love, I’m sorry for…”. You crawl to the far side of the couch when you feel the dip in the couch next to you. Eren sighs before speaking again. “I screwed up earlier and I’m sorry”. Getting no reaction from you he added. “It’s not your fault, you thought you were doing the right thing”. He ran a nervous hand through his hair pushing back the strands that framed his forehead. “I shouldn’t have shouted and gotten angry at you”. he placed a hand on your knee. “I’m truly sorry for scaring you”. his voice was filled with genuine guilt. He tried to draw you closer but you nudge his hand the moment it brushed your body. You remain there still for a few minutes before he goes out to the balcony to smoke. You stand up and go to your bedroom, slip into your pajama and hide under the bedsheets. You can’t help but start crying when you hear him closing the balcony door and getting into the bedroom. He undresses silently before he takes place beside you. The smell of cigarettes tickles your nose so you bury your face in your pillow.

He can hear you sniffing and it pains him to know that it’s his fault. When your breathing seems to calm down a bit; he scoops you closer spooning you. You feel his muscled biceps tightening around your shaking body. “I apologize for earlier my love”. He breathes against your skin. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way”. He littered your neck with light pecks. “It won’t happen again, I promise”. His hand slipped under your tank top and started drawing mindless patterns. “Please love, forgive me for scaring you like that”. His lips were ghosting your ear shell as he continued to apologize and express his regrets. “I love you”. he whispered nibbling your lobe.

You slowly roll on your side so you could face him. “I’m sorry, I wanted to fix things between you two. I didn’t mean to upset you”. you are stumbling over your words breathing hastily. His calloused hands run up and down your back trying to comfort you.

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault”. He whispers brushing away your tears. “Please, I hate to see you cry”. He pleads before capturing your trembling lips. he continues kissing you until you stop crying. “I love you, my sweet angel”. his words feel like a warm shale wrapped around your soul. you cup his jaw and caress it gently.

“I love you”. you speak voice still quivering from how long you cried. Your lips connect again in a messy and needy make-out. One of your hands slides along his bare chest following the lines of his lean figure. He tilted your face to deepen the kiss before sucking on your lower lip causing a deep moan to escape from you.

“This is the first and the last time I do something like this”. He let out. his voice was husky and filled with urgent need. Bringing your gaze to his, you are met with dark and hungry eyes. Your eyes squeeze shut when he presses his center to yours and starts rolling his hips slowly. “I’ll never scar you like that again”. His hands were molding the fat of your thighs. He is breathing hard and you feel his heartbeat accelerating under your hand. “Let me make it up for you”. he mumbles as his finger hook on your waistband. “Can I?” he asks for your consent before he tugs at it dragging your shorts and underwear along your legs when a shaky yes drops from your lips. you let your head fall back as his fingers go up your legs and brush your inner thighs. “Keep looking at me”. he orders you while massaging your heated entrance. “Wanna see your face shift as I make you forget about earlier”. His middle and index trace the contour of your wet lips and clit before he inserts them inside of you. he groans as your warm gummy walls suck his long digits in. the wet sounds that result from his thrusts make him lose the last threat of sanity he had left in him. he continues stimulating your hungry core as his other hand strip you from your top. His eyes are fixed on your breasts as they bounce while you grind against his hand.

“Eren”. You whine when his mouth closes around your hard nipple.

He catches your hand before it reaches his throbbing shaft. “It’s about you tonight. I’ll take care of that later”. He brought back his mouth to your breasts. He continues massaging your clit with his thumb as his fingers pick up the pace. They go deeper, curling and brushing all your weak spots. Your back is arching underneath him and you are fisting the bedsheets trying to hold on to something. Feeling it’s not enough, you dig your nails into his strong back making him growl. When he feels you clenching around him, he looks up and watches your fucked up face as he makes you reach your peak. “Gorgeous”. He caresses your face flashing you a wide and satisfied grin. “So fucking gorgeous”. He rumbles going down leaving a trail of openmouthed kisses along your body. You gasp and buck your hips when you feel his breath between your legs. He looks up at you slowly dragging his tongue across his lips before he disappears between your burning thighs. He grabs them and parts them further giving him a full view of the mess he made with his digits. He darts his tongue licking your liquids and humming. “And tastes so sweet”. He grits as his wet muscle play with your folds. By the time he pulls away, you are a whimpering and overstimulated mess.

“Eren, enough”. You cried feeling him massaging your intimate part. “Can’t, mmhm, too much”. You slur drunk on what he has been doing to you for the past couple of hours.

“But I’m not done yet”. He pouted bringing his lips against your ear. “I haven’t fucked you yet, I need you to cum on my cock love”. his words made your brain go blank. No matter how many times you had him like this your body always reacts strongly to him. he could fuck you stupid every day and you’d still be a feverish panting mess before he’s even done with you.

“Then quit teasing”. You plead. “Please Eren, I’m tired”. Hearing the magic word, he slammed himself inside of you. you screamed in surprise and pain. With each thrust, he got you stuttering and chanting his name unable to form any intelligible words. He continues moving inside of you even after he cums because he just can’t get enough of the filthy noises you and your cunt are making. When he finally drags his sex out of you, you can barely lift your eyes and look at him when he calls your name.

“So fucked up you can’t even speak huh”. He teases before brushing his lips against your puffy and sensitive ones. “Are you still upset with me?” He asks as he covers your intertwined bodies with a blanket. You slowly shake your head nuzzling his neck. “Good, I can’t go to sleep knowing we’re on bad terms”. He whispers pecking your forehead. “Sleep tight, my angel”. He speaks softly feeling your regular breathing and your body still against his.

“Eren wait”. You press your trembling hands against your mouth as you fall to your knees crying.

“Eren”. You whine when his mouth closes around your hard nipple.

“Eren, enough”. You cried feeling him massaging your intimate part. “Can’t, mmhm, too much”. You slur drunk on what he has been doing to you for the past couple of hours.

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lilacskiesapothecary · 6 months

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…How They Miss You…

🌸Smut🌸

Eren

When Eren longs for you, he might find himself daydreaming about your conversations, reminiscing about favorite shared moments with you , and feeling a deep ache in his heart and…cock whenever your on his mind. The thought of you riding his thick cock was a sight to behold. You breathlessly enjoying every inch of him to reach your climax. He missed the way his hand would grip your pretty throat while he was pumping in and out of you. The need for you was so great that Eren would have to stroke himself to release at the thought of you, just so he can refocus. You had a spell over him and he needed your touch urgently.

Armin

Armin would miss you by constantly thinking about you, feeling a sense of emptiness when they're not around, and longing for their company. He might even write letters to inform you of how he longed for your touch and how you happily took care of his needs. He would imagine him letting you take control in those moments enjoying every bit of your pretty wet and warm cunt. Armin was pretty new to this intimacy thing but he was enjoying every minute of it watching you take his cock and giving you immense pleasure was almost like a reward for him. And you were the prize. Yeah Armin couldn’t wait to hold you in his arms again, and show you how deep his love for you is.

Mikasa

Mikasa would miss you deeply, cherishing your memories together, and feeling a strong need to be by your side. She finds herself yearning for their presence and satisfying your every need. Loving on your body gently and passionately and guiding you to your climax. Mikasa being always one step ahead knows exactly what your body needs and desires and how every touch turns you into a squirming mess. Mikasa who is deeply loyal to you always has you on her mind and longs to be one with you again.

Levi

Levi might not express it openly, but deep down, you drove him crazy. You understood him and his needs to always be clean, however sex with you was dirty, sweaty and intoxicating. He missed how your legs would shake while he was pumping into you. How you would gasp for air every time he’d just put the tip in. And how your gorgeous eyes would roll back when he was deep inside you. He loved your pretty lips, but loved them more wrapped around his cock, letting himself be free to release all his stress and emotions down your throat. And you being all to happy to take it all. Levi was always dedicated to his mission but you were always a priority and he never let you forget.

Jean

Jean would miss you by constantly talking about you, how amazing and special you are to him. Everyone knew how Jean felt about you especially when Jean thought no one was around and would relive himself at the thought of you. Jean is definitely a little loud when he’s stroking himself off to the thought of you, and how your gorgeous ass bounces off him while he’s hitting it from the back. He misses how you always have him ready to bust when your licking his balls and sends him over the edge when you lick the tip. Jean wants to hurry and get back to you so he can be as loud and attentive to you as he damn well pleases.

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arminsumi · 2 years

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Saw you posted the smut/kink list I wanted to give that a try (I’m a bit shy requesting it) and the request idea was based off an Eren dream I had one time. Can I request #20 (mainly Y/N Erens length and playing with his nipples) where Eren sat naked in bed watching the stars and moon until Y/N (she wore a white gown) embraced him from behind and showers him with intimacy and kisses. Then after Eren is at his limit, he turns around and cradled Y/N in his arms letting her rest? Thanks! - 🌻

Hey Sunflower person!!!

Ah I wish I had dreams of Eren like I used to („ಡωಡ„) Or Armin...

Anyways, don't feel shy! I'm delighted to answer your requests, smut or non-smut, it's always fun to write them.

P.s. Sorry I took literally forever to write! My exam season is nigh... so much stress; I've been so absorbed in quantum physics that I can't write well atm

Smut drabble | An intimate night with Eren

MDNI

Cws; Vanilla smut, handjob, nipple play, profanity, fluff, pre-est relationship (dating)

♫ Cosmic Love

A vivid starry sky captivated Eren while he waited for you to join him in bed. You'd finished your nightly routine and put on your favorite white gown, and wandered to the bed to give him a surprise embrace from behind.

He hummed in appreciation at your warmth, a calm washing over him under your soothing touch.

Everything was quiet and still tonight, but one thing lead to another, and soon Eren's feathery moans echoed in the bedroom. You had your hands gently wrapped around his length, stroking languidly as he melted against you in a daze of pleasure.

Your fingers found their way to his nipples, delicately pinching and teasing them. Eren's legs squirmed in response, his feathery groans turning into sultry whimpers as his cock subtly twitched under your touch.

Whenever you had him against you like this, he always came so easily — and it was his favorite thing to see his ribbons of hot white cum getting all over your hands and fingers.

Eren couldn't hold out long when you played around so much with his tip and nipples at the same time, so he let out a strained moan of your name and throbbed harder, releasing a creamy jet of cum all over your fingers.

The sky remained starry and still. Eren caught his breath while you lazily cleaned up the mess of sweet cum pooling at the base of his cock.

"My hands are tired." You complained happily, crawling up to him after cleaning up.

He smiled softly at you, heavy eyes washing you over with his loving tenderness.

"Come here, baby." He said, and you did.

He pulled you into his warm embrace and cradled you. A tide of sleepiness rolled into your chest, and before drifting off happily in his arms, Eren placed a saccharine kiss on your forehead.

The song rec makes me wanna run down a street at 2 AM screaming for joy lol

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comelicute1214-blog · 2 years

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[EREMIKA AU] A Visited by My-EX

Word count : 2k

Warning! Smut! dirty talk!

Summary : a visit from her ex boyfriend, and they are replaying everything they did three years ago

Eren feel bored, there were no more exciting topics to talk about, he messed up mikasa’s bookshelf.

"Weird girl, always reading that damn romance novels." Eren said, while he throwing some Novels on Mikasa's bed. “aren't there any comics? The best genres are thriller, mystery, murder-”

Mikasa who was reading on her bed made her uncomfortable. "And this damn romance novel is mine Mr. Yeager! And can you please be quiet!"

"Miki.." Eren jumped on Mikasa's bed, his face turned serious.

"Hmm,"

"Your bedroom has changed alot."

"Hmm,"

"Why did you change it? you remember me all the time huh?”

Mikasa's face turned red, but she tried to hide it behind the novel she was reading. Eren's words made her remember what happened 3 years ago. When they were in high school. The first time the two of them touched each other, it was here, in Mikasa's bedroom, when her parents and Mikasa's brother were not at home.

"Not really, you're too confident." Mikasa cleared her throat and she tried to get rid of the blush on her face.

A moment of silence, Eren returned to his face "Hey Miki, have you ever turned on?"

Mikasa frowned.

"Tsk, you don't understand? Horny Miki Horny, you know, when you getting heat in your cunt and wet-." Obviously Eren frontal.

"Never," It's a lie, even though Mikasa has, almost often.

"Liar! any girl who has been touched will definitely be addicted, i dont believe it for 2 years without me, you never turn on." Duh Eren is very sensitive to things like this. Mikasa immediately lowered her novel and immediately looked at her childhood friend a.k.a her ex.

"You– how about you? Have you not?"

"In fact, every man will turn on every morning."

"Then what would you do if you were like that?"

Eren brought his body closer to her. He breathed heavily on Mikasa's neck. "What do you think?" His voice was sensual and it was on purpose by Eren.

"manstruating?" Mikasa replied nervously. For God's sake her heart was racing so fast.

"Exactly. But while imagining you. Imagining when we did that, when you moaned my name, when your body fused with mine, when your lovely boobs pressed against my chest, when your cunt squeezed my warm cock-"

"Shut up!" Mikasa gulped many times when she heard that. Only words but excites intensely, like there's something uncomfortable down there, it's itching. And Mikasa realized just because of Eren's words, she became 'turn on'.

"Why, hmm?" Eren sniffed Mikasa's neck.

"Get away from me!" Mikasa just wanted to get up but Eren held her back, making the girl lie down and Eren moved on top of her.

"Tell me, what do you do when you turn on?"

"Nothing. I didn't do anything!" Mikasa lied again. Of course she does something to satisfy herself.

"Tsk. Just admit it Miki. Did you do it while imagining me too, hm?" his lips turned to Mikasa's ear. Exhale heavily and quickly. Then moved to the intersection of her neck, licked and made some love signs there. Mikasa was really passionate, the stimulation that Eren made was simple but had a great impact. Her body writhed uncomfortably as if she had run out of oxygen.

"Tell me Miki, what are you doing." Honestly Mikasa tried to answer him, but the man kept attacking her sensitive point until she was afraid instead of the answer that came out but instead a moan.

"Stop it stupid emh!" Mikasa's voice sounded like a beautiful melody. Eren stoped for a moment to look at the lovely girl below him. His first girl.

"Yeah," Mikasa cleared her throat for a moment. "I'm imagining you, imagining when yours really hits my deepest inside my pussy." Mikasa rubbed Eren's cock gently.

"When you pinch my nipples hard," Her hand moved to Eren's chest pinching the man's nipple tight, Eren growled stifled.

"When your lips and your fingers touched my slit pussy," Mikasa suddenly kissed Eren, Eren who was surprised at first did not react, but seconds later he was the one who took over the game. Crush, tongue war, even bite.

"Mmhh.." Mikasa moans in kiss while Eren rubbed his cock with Mikasa's pussy which was still both wrapped in pants.

Eren squeezed her plump boobs that bothered his chest. Because Mikasa's hand always reflexively moves when Eren touches it, he decides to hold Mikasa's wrist with his right hand above Mikasa's head. The girl began to move uncomfortably, she ran out of oxygen, swear it.

They gasped for breath as they stopped the passionate kiss.

"You..so beautiful Miki, so fucking beautiful"

Mikasa is a mess, her raven hair is tangled like she just woke up. The top three buttons of her tight shirt had been undone without Mikasa noticing. And moments like this is the best favorite part for him.

"Umm..Eren.."

"Yes?"

"Did you ever have sex with other girls there? When you were in Marley?"

Eren thought for a while, before finally answering, "You think?"

"You must have. You're a so in lust, how could just masturbating can make you satisfied." Mikasa turned her back to Eren, it felt like she hurt her heart with her own words. Her words contradicted her inner voice, of course she didn't want Eren to have sex with anyone other than herself. But could Eren do that? After all he is a man with his hormones on the rise. Mikasa was annoyed with her own speculation.

"Hey, what are you thinking huh?" Eren asked softly while kissing Mikasa's shoulder, and the girl just shook her head slowly in response.

"Mikasa..."

No answer.

"Miki~"

Mikasa was still silent.

"My love, my life, my breath, my world, my sun, my freedom-"

"Shut up, I'm tired."

"Are you angry?" Eren pulled the girl towards him.

Mikasa shook her head again, her eyes closed.

"I never let other girls touch me. I have a lot of girl ‘space’ friends there and also those who seduce me lightly, but you know all i want is you?" Eren explained as he gently stroked her hair. The girl snuggled into his chest.

"Just watch out!" Mikasa muttered softly.

"Hm? What did you say?"

"Just watch out if you dare mess around. I'm going to chop up that your big cock!"

Eren shuddered at Mikasa's words.

"Kiss me.." Mikasa mumbled again. she's really unstable.

Eren happily complied with the girl's wish, he grabbed Mikasa's body to deepen the kiss. Mikasa wrapped her legs and arms around Eren's body and neck. Mikasa enjoys every play of Eren's tongue and his lips.

Eren quickly moved to the core of her body, opened her shorts panties roughly and almost tore them, Eren opened Mikasa's thighs wide. The girl moans again.

"You just want to se-" Before she finished, Eren was already making her moan with pleasure. Mikasa's head pulled up and her hand squeezed Eren's hair which was already messy, hoping that Eren sucked her pussy hard and deep.

"Ah, Eren~." Eren skillfully brushed her pussy lips, his tongue danced under there. Licking the entire part of that lovely pussy, without missing a single part. Every now and then he bites the clit and Mikasa to moan his name loudly.

"Eunghhh Erennn..." Eren put his finger in her pussy while he’s eating her out. Eren's hand slipped into Mikasa's shirt. Squeezing her boobs hardly, then twisting his favorite nipple.

"Ahhh Eren~ mhhh I ahh–" Damn Eren, Mikasa almost climaxed but she stopped her movement instead. Mikasa took the initiative to play alone but Eren grabbed her hand.

"More, please.." Mikasa said wearily. He really needed Eren right now, needed Eren's touch.

"What did you say baby? What do you want, hm?" Eren played Mikasa's pussy again with his fingers, but it didn't give any pleasure at all because Eren played it very slowly. Mikasa was really frustrated.

"Argh shit! I want this, I want your cock!" Mikasa gripped Eren's cock, not caring about her frontal and vulgar words because she really needed his cock to enter it right now.

"Calm down babe, you'll get it."

Eren unzipped his pants in slow motion, as if to tease her any longer and that irritated Mikasa.

Mikasa suddenly woke up and grabbed Eren's jeans, she opened them impatiently.

"be patience baby, be fucking patient baby"

"Why are you taking so long!" mikasa is frustrated right now.

"Tell me what you want, what you fucking want?"

"You.."

"Liar”

Mikasa pushed Eren so that his body lay down and took a position on top of Eren. Undressing Eren's shirt impatiently.

"I want your cock,"

Eren chuckled as Mikasa naughtily sat on his ready-to-use cock. Eren growled instantly, realizing that now his cocks and her pussy were pressed against each other without a single thread covering them.

"I want this –ahhhh.." They sighed together when Mikasa suddenly put his cock in her cunt. she almost choked on her own saliva. Her pussy was already wet but the pain was still there. Mikasa continued to make the cock enter completely while biting her lower lip holding back the pain.

"Baby are you okay? You know –ahhh your pussy is so tight, so fucking tight." Mikasa didn't answer and continued to endure the pain until the pleasure she had been waiting for came.

"Move .." Mikasa said hoarsely.

The man moved his hips up and down, not long after Mikasa also moved, her hips were in the opposite direction to Eren's movement. Eren's hand grabbed her tight shirt which wasn't fully open yet, unbuttoned the buttons so Mikasa's black bra-covered boobs popped out. he pulled the bra roughly and squeezed her breasts. Mikasa's body jumps even more because Eren accelerates his movement.

"Ren–ahh...mmh" Not caring about the sweat dripping down each other's foreheads, they were engrossed in the hot activity. Eren got up and reversed his position without releasing his cock from Mikasa. She moans loudly as Eren started to stab him deeply.

Tada tada ikiru no wa iya da~

Sekai wa zankoku da soredemo kimi wo aisu yo~

Her phone rang, and Mikasa had absolutely no intention of picking it up.

"Miki, your phone..." Eren said in between his pushes.

"Just leave it..mmhhh."

"What if it was your parents?"

Oh right too.

So Mikasa asked Jongin to stop to pick up the call.

Annie L

Mikasa almost cursed when she saw the name of the person on her phone screen

"Fucking nuisance brat! Let's continue Ren!"

"Who?"

"Annie."

"Just pick up the phone, who knows it's important."

"Oh no. Go on quickly."

"Pick up first."

Mikasa lazily picked up the call.

"What's the problem bitch?"

"Just relax bitch. Are you at home?"

"Yeah! Why-ahh..Shit, stop-ahh" Again Eren did it suddenly, and worse when Mikasa was talking to Annie. she was sure Annie would hear them fucking.

"Hey, You okay?"

"Yeah..mhhh I'm fine. Why you bother me right now?" she swear this is hard. Try to talk normally when someone is bumping you deeply. Mikasa looked at Eren sharply and Eren replied with a smirk.

"Tonight I will stay at your house, Levi asked me."

Shit, come on she's not a 10 year young girl to be accompanied.

"Okay, okay whatever you say."

Mikasa turned off her phone.

"Fuck you Ren –nghhhh."

The two young people were getting more and more engrossed in the pleasure of making love, Eren pushed faster deeply, and Mikasa moans louder. Damn, Eren has strong stamina.

"What do you think she's up to?"

"You can hear from her voice." Answer the blonde man

Yes, right now, Annie and Armin are standing in front of Ackerman house.

The two people looked at each other then nodded their heads at each other. Their walked into Mikasa's unlocked house. Annie and Armin put their ears on Mikasa's bedroom door.

"Mhh..ahh..Eren...baby..deeper...fasterrr...ahhh"

Annie and Armin both looked at each other.

"Didn't you hear?" Armin asked slowly.

"Yeah. Mikasa call Eren's name..?"

"HEHEHE."

And then Annie broke down the bedroom door.

“CATCH YOU!!!”

"AHHHH"

They were caught red-handed while having a great orgasm.

Thankfully at least they got an orgasm first. Before duo dwarven bothered them!

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eggjaculations · 1 year

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tried to send my friend a funny meme accidentally sent eren jager smut. how do i come back from this.

#it was smut that happened to be about eren jager #and it was really well written #and i saved it in my iphone notes #bc shit had me on the couch like 😳

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kekeplsloveme · 1 year

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Attention

Pairing: fem!reader x Eren

Summary: Eren can't keep his hands off of his roommate's girlfriend.

Warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI, modern!AU, cheating, slight gaslighting from Eren, sexual content, no penetration.

A/N: I don't support cheating or any of the things I wrote about here and please please be careful and make good choices. We read and write these things for fun, doesn't mean we ever think about doing it. Part 2?

''Do you really have to go now?'' your voice was weak, a tactic used on purpose along with a quivering bottom lip. Your boyfriend looked down at you from next to the door, his jacket in hand.

''You know I do,'' Armin answered you, watching as you folded your arms overs your chest in a weak attempt at a protest. ''Baby, come on," he pleaded with you, making his way back to the same couch you were making out no longer than two minutes ago. ''I won't be long.''

You didn't change your attitude, still upset that his decision to go to the lab was more important than spending time with you after he was too busy to come over all week. ''You're always at that lab,'' you said in the same weak voice, but this time it wasn't as a tactic to get him to stay, rather as a sign of defeat.

''You know it's important for my grade,'' he tried to wrap his arms around you again, but was met with the same rejection as the first time. Armin stood up straight with a sign, walking back towards the door again. ''I'll be back as soon as I can, alright?''

You ignored him again, your eyes fixated on the TV in front of you, despite it not even being on. You knew Armin was a busy man before you started dating him. Your friend Sasha was good friends with him and you hung out with them a couple of times before starting to date, but in the last couple of weeks it was so much worse.

He always came up with weak excuses: it's important for his grade, he just needs this one last night to finish his assignment, he needs to meet up with his friends for that one last task for their group project. Always something. You knew it was dumb, but a part of you thought he was avoiding you on purpose, which was a thought you couldn't wrap your head around. He asked you out, he asked you to be his girlfriend, he even got you flowers and little gifts every time you went out on a date, so the idea that he was avoiding you was just another anxiety induced thought. Something to upset you even more, something that wasn't real - but your feelings were.

You sighed, reaching out for your phone from the wooden coffee table in front of the couch. To think you even decided to sleep over at his house in hopes of having some... Fun with your boyfriend. You knew of one way to make him feel bad for abandoning you, which was to abandon him as well. You needed him out of your hair tonight, which meant a long bubble bath and a wine night with your roommate was going to be more fun than waiting for hours in here.

Before you could walk towards his bedroom to pick up the few things you brought with you, you heard a knock at the door. You contemplated once to open it, thinking it's not your problem tonight, but when the knocking persisted, you walked towards the door. ''Eren?" You asked in a whisper to yourself and opened the door. ''I thought you had a key,'' you said to him, stepping out of the way to let him enter the apartment.

''I did, until Sasha wanted them to throw a surprise party for Armin's birthday.'' Eren answered you as he walked inside, watching you close and lock the door. ''You're here alone?''

''About to leave, actually,'' you informed him, arms crossed over your chest. He looked amused, a smile crossing his face, which you rolled your eyes at. ''What's funny?'' you snapped at him, which made him even more amused by the situation.

''Funny you say that,'' he started, placing his hand on your shoulder. ''I ran into your boyfriend walking up here and warned me you might wanna leave,'' he guided you back to the couch. You didn't fight back, you knew just how persistent Eren could be and he wasn't going to give up until you did what he wanted. ''He asked me to be very nice to you and convince you to stay.''

You rolled your eyes again. Of course he would get his annoying roommate to convince you to stay. You sat down on the couch, same spot you always sat in. You waited as Eren told you remain seated and not sneak out before he could come back.

You felt dumb. First you were abandoned by your boyfriend and now you had to spend you evening with his roommate. They were so different from each other, Armin was very apologetic and timid, while Eren couldn't be asked to care if he hurt your feelings with his jokes or that he was late to everything. You didn't take Eren as the type to sleep around, but you did happen to talk to some girls that did sleep with him and the things you heard... Did make you feel flustered the enxt time you saw him. This was another thing that differed him from Armin.

From your understanding, Eren wasn't shy to do anything, while Armin needed a lot of courage and reassurance to try something different. It could get frustrating at time, especially in the odd days where you needed him to take control and make you feel good without you having to remind you that he wasn't hurting you. It wasn't the worst trait to have, you liked how careful and gentle he was with you, but telling him you're not a fragile flower could get very annoying.

''Good, you didn't leave,'' Eren came back from the kitchen with two glasses of red wine and the bottle those came from. ''Thought you might need something to calm down.'' He handed you the glass, which you gladly accepted.

''Red wine messes me up the most,'' you replied to him, a certain joy that now your attention was in another place other that Armin.

''Yeah, I know, '' he replied, taking a seat next to you on the couch. ''Red wine just get you a different kind of drunk,'' he pointed out, taking a sip from his glass.

You nodded your head and took a sip as well, the alcohol making you scrunch your nose. It burned your throat, but that's how you knew it was good. Or so you thought. Truth was, you didn't know much about alcohol, but the rule of thumb was that if it burned, it was good.

The couch wasn't very big, it was quite on the smaller side, which made it easy for the two of you to be close. You were sat with your legs folded underneath you, a fluffy blanket covering your bare thigs. You were only wearing one of Armin's t-shirts and a pair of sleeping shorts, which translated to slutty shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination and clothes that could be taken off easily.

''I'm sorry he didn't wanna spend the night with you,'' Eren said after a couple of minutes of silence as you both enjoyed the wine he poured you. He poured himself another glass and did the same for you, even though your glass wasn't empty. ''For the record,'' he continued as he placed the bottle back on the coffee table and handed you the glass, ''I wouldn't have left.''

You took the glass from him, but couldn't break the eye contact he started. You couldn't tell what was making you blush more, the wine or him. You broke the eye contact when you heard your phone buzz with a notification. ''Shut up,'' you said in a whisper towards your phone, turning the screen around and faking it on the table. The text you got was from Armin, but you really didn't care what he had to say right now.

You looked back at Eren, now leaning back on the couch. You took a moment to appreciate him, not something you did often. He was wearing a black turtle neck that went up half of his neck, the same colour as his hair. You could tell it was tied up nicely a few hours ago and fell apart in the meantime, but you'd be a liar if you didn't admit to yourself that this messy look suited him, it was attractive.

''Don't even wanna answer his texts?'' Eren asked you, swirling the wine in his glass.

You shook your head, placing the now half empty glass on the coffee table. ''He always does this,'' you said, folding your arms over your chest. ''Always leaves me on my own.''

''You just want some company, don't you?'' Eren turned his head lazily to look at you. You nodded your head slowly. It stung to admit, but he was right. ''Were you expecting something out of tonight?''

You looked at him like he was crazy. Did he really not know the answer or did he just want you to say it? Either way, it felt humiliating to say it out loud. ''I guess...'' you answered him, too embarrassed to say more.

''You guess what?'' It was obvious he was playing dumb, you could tell by the way he was looking at you. He was amused by your embarrassment, but you were tipsy enough to ignore it. You were deprived of this company he was talking about, enough to have these conversations with your boyfriend's roommate.

''I guess I was expecting something,'' you replied, a frustrated wave washing over you. ''I mean can you blame me? I barely see him and when I do, he chooses the lab over me!''

''Yeah, you're upset. He just can't satisfy you,'' Eren pushed his luck, watching you expression as he waited for you to answer. You were about to agree with him before you caught yourself. Eren smiled at that, he was starting to strike some chords. ''I mean, it's okay to admit,'' he placed his glass on the table and turned his body towards yours. ''I'm not here to judge.'' It was hard to detect his condensing tone, which meant that you were right where he wanted you to be.

''No,'' you replied to him, which sounded just as forced as it was as a thought. Eren laughed at that. ''No, really,'' you insisted, not knowing if you were trying to convince him or you.

''It's okay, princess,'' he said, sliding his hand under the blanket you were under. ''I know what girls like you need,'' he slid his hand over your knee.

You looked over where his hand was under the blanket, then up at him. It was an unspoken conversation, him asking if he could and you letting him. ''What do girls like me need?'' You definitely were exactly where he needed you to be. Willing to listen to him, willing for him to touch you, willing to let him gaslight you into what he wanted you to be.

''You need someone to give you attention,'' he said, with each words moving his hand higher up your thigh. ''Is Armin not doing it enough?''

You looked at the dent underneath the blanket as his hand was rubbing the inside of your thigh. ''You know,'' you whispered at him.

''I want to hear it come out of that pretty mouth of yours. Say you want my attention, princess.''

You froze, the realisation that this was wrong sinking in. Your knees went weak with this overwhelming feeling of both regret at the thigs you were talking about to your boyfriends roommate and at the idea that you had to stop Eren, which was the last thing you wanted right now.

''This isn't cheating,'' he reassured you, not stoping his hand at all. ''I'm not gonna fuck you, if that's what you're worried about.'' You took in a deep breath, letting him talk as you listened. ''Armin asked me to convince you to stay,'' he took the blanket off of you and threw it on the ground. ''This is just me convincing you.'' Eren moved his hand to your waist, pulling you closer to him. ''We don't need to fuck to get you to relax,'' he cupped your cheek with his palm. ''We can make pass time together, have some fun. Doesn't mean you're cheating.'' He brushed your cheek with his thumb gently, moving it towards your lips, parting them. ''I can help you release some stress,'' he pushed his thumb past your lips and you welcomed it in. You wrapped your lips around it and sucked on it, moving your tongue around it. ''Yeah, see?'' he whispered to you. ''See you can be a good girl?'' You nodded your head. ''Is this cheating princess?'' You shook your head. ''See? Nothing wrong with it,'' he pulled you on his lap by your waist, placing you on top of his thigh.

''Eren, I don't know,'' you said to him, still scared of being so close and intimate to him.

''I'm not gonna touch you, princess, not unless you want me to,'' he said as his hands were rubbing your hips down to your thighs and back up. ''I am just a friend taking care of his friend,'' he reassured you. ''If we don't fuck, it can't be cheating.'' You could tell he was getting excited by what you were doing by the way he was getting more desperate. ''If it makes you feel better, we don't even have to kiss,'' he continued to convince you, gripping at your waist.

''It's not wrong?'' you almost whispered to him and Eren shook his head. You took in a deep breath. ''Okay.''

''Okay what?'' He asked you, his fingers gripping your waits, waiting for you to say the same words he's been waiting for. ''You want me to make you feel good?''

You nodded your head in approval. ''I want you to make me feel good, Eren.''

''That's my girl,'' he leaned back on the couch, slowly moving your hips back and forth of his thigh. ''Just like that, princess,'' he instructed you, helping you set a pace. ''See how good it feels? You're just riding my thigh, nothing wrong with that.''

You place your hands on his shoulder, the friction of the movement and his dirty words making you feel so much better than you thought. All the regret or fear you felt to this point just flew out the window and was replaced by cloudy thoughts, the only coherent thing in your head right now was Eren. His face, his hands, his voice. ''Eren,'' you sighed his name, stopping yourself from making any noises.

''Keep saying my name,'' he was gripping your waist hard, almost to the point where it hurt, but his desperation and self control to not go to far was just turning you on even more. ''Let me hear all of you,'' he threw his head back before he would pull you in and kiss you.

You kept following his pace on his thigh, getting more and more desperate as the minutes went by. Seeing his head back like that, his neck on display for you. You couldn't help yourself. You leaned back and placed your lips on his neck.

''No self control, huh?'' he moved one of his hands in your hair. Not to guide or pull you back, more like to hand on to it, gripping it in his fingers. It hurt you, but the pain turned into pleasure before you knew it.

You ran your fingers through his hair as well, kissing and licking his neck. The restraints were hot, you've never been this turned on before in your life. The fact that there were a limited amount of things you could do, a limited amount of things you could touch, it made this encounter between the two of you just so much more attractive. ''Eren, please,'' you whined into his ear, holing on to his shoulders like it was going to save your life.

''You're gonna kill me, princess,'' he grabbed your hips and placed you on top of his hard cock and took his hands off of you. ''Make yourself cum, baby,'' he instructed you, spreading his arms over the couch.

''Yes, sir,'' you pulled down the part of the shirt that was covering his neck, licking the spot close to his collarbone before you sucked on it.

''Fuck,'' he moaned into your ear, the feeling of you rubbing yourself on top of him and you marking him as yours for the night sent shivers down your spine. He sounded so lost in the moment, just like you were. You couldn't lie and say Armin never made you cum, but you already knew that Eren was going to make you cum so much harder without doing anything.

You moved your fingers inside your shorts, stopping yourself from grinding on him. ''I need to cum, Eren,'' you whined, you were frustrated and he knew it; he knew you needed to cum and he was the only one that could do it for you.

''Go ahead, baby,'' he wrapped his arm around your back, holding you in place. ''Rub your clit until you cum for me, yeah?'' You nodded your head, prompting him to keep talking to you. ''You're so fucking dirty, baby, getting off on your boyfriend's roommate, literally.'' He was looking into your eyes, you were afraid to look away, afraid that if you did, everything would stop. ''He can't make you feel as good as me,'' he continued, his eyes staring at your lips for a moment before looking back. ''If only he knew what a little slut he's dating.'' You threw your head back, frustration washing over you.

''I can't,'' you said to noone, almost crying from the overwhelming pleasure, but unable to get you over the edge. ''Please, Ere,'' you whines, tears forming in your eyes. ''Please, I need you,'' you bit your lips, embarrassment taking over you, but the need to get over the edge was stronger.

''I got you, princess,'' Eren didn't waste another send and pushed your hand out of your shorts. ''God, you're so wet and needy for me,'' he almost moaned when he touched you and saw just how soaked you were for him.

''Just for you, Eren,'' you repeated, which pleased him a lot. You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling so intimate and close to him. It was comforting, it felt like you were so small next to him and he was keeping you so close to his body, like he was trying to protect you. You've never felt someone touch you with so much passion before, need you so bad like he was. The thought of Armin completely left your mind and the only thing you wanted to know right now was how good Eren felt inside you. How badly you wanted him to fuck you and own you right now.

His fingers were over your clit in seconds, rubbing it in a circular motion with two fingers. ''Such a good girl,'' he was panting and holding you pressed against his chest. You felt how he pushed two of his fingers inside of you, but you were too far gone to stop him, not that you wanted to anyway. ''You're so tight baby, wanna have you wrapped around me so bad,'' he said to you in a breath. You felt his fingers curl inside of you, sending butterflies to your stomach.

''Eren, I'm so close, please,'' you were desperately pleading with his, scared that he will leave you in this spot if you didn't please him.

''Later, when Armin is gonna fuck you, '' he said to you, setting a fast pace as he was fingering you, his thumb rubbing your clit when he got the chance, ''you'll be thinking of me.'' You placed your hand on his dick, rubbing it through his trousers and felt how his muscles tightened. ''You're mine, got it?'' You nodded your head, unable to form any words, overwhelmed by the pleasure Eren was putting you through.

''Eren,'' you moaned his name loudly, your hand still rubbing his dick. You were so close, so so so close and he was so hungry for you, so desperate and so needy for you.

''Do it, baby,'' he instructed you, his fingers hitting all the spots you couldn't. ''Cum all over my fingers.''

That's all you needed to hear before Eren pushed you over that edge you struggled so much with. You felt your mind go blank and your knees go weak. Your thighs were shaking, pleasure washing all over your body in wave after wave, sending your mind into a state of euphoria. A pleasure no one was ever able to make you feel. It was addicting, something you'll crave for as long as you're alive. You'll crave him for as long as you're alive.

Once your body calmed down from the pleasure you were in, you looked up at him. The way he was looking at you now was different. He had a look of hunger, like you were the pray and he was the predator. He needed you as much as you needed him. ''Feeling better, angel?'' Eren asked you, brushing the strands of hair that fell on your face. He was gentle, a loving gesture that sent different kind of butterflies to your stomach.

''Thank you,'' you said to him with a smile. He kissed your forehead and held you close into a hug.

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You woke up to the sound of Armin's alarm. It was an annoying cheery, foresty alarm that always made you more angry than glad to hear it. You hated it and will never get used to it. When you turned around, the bed was empty. It wasn't uncommon for Armin to be awake before you, he was more of a morning person that you'll ever be.

Before you left the room, you got dressed in the same clothes you wore the night before. As you opened the door, you could hear Armin's voice in the kitchen. There was a moment of hesitation before you walked in, knowing it was either going to be extremely awkward or a struggle to not jump on Eren.

''Good morning baby,'' Armin came to your side and gave you a hug. Eren was sat at the table, his eyes snapping on you the moment you walked through the door.

''Good morning,'' you answered him, but you and Eren were making eye contact. You didn't answer to Armin, you had no desire to talk to him.

You took a seat at the table on the chair next to Eren. Last night when Armin came home, you let him fuck you, but you were loud. Really loud. You let him believe he was just so good last night, but the truth was that you wanted Eren to hear you. He looked to be pretty pleased when you walked in, so you knew that what you did didn't upset him.

''You know, I heard you last night,'' Eren said as he was looking at his breakfast. Armin looked at him as if he was talking to him, but you knew that was directed to you.

''That must have been so awkward,'' Armin answered. You could see how embarrassed he was from Eren's remark. Eren was amused by Armin's shyness, he always enjoyed embarrassing his friend.

''Was it that good?'' Eren looked at you as you were laughing silently.

''Stop, it's not a big deal, okay?'' Armin answered him.

You didn't know what you were gonna do about this situation, but there was no going back now.

#aot x female reader #aot x you #aot modern au #aot x reader #aot smut #eren jager smut #eren x you #eren smut #eren x reader #aot fanfiction

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also!! all of these except the last are all fully written out so pls pls pls dont take any prompts !!! :D ty

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ichijager13 · 1 year

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Teach Me How to Be Loved

Pairing : Eren Jäger x reader, Reiner Braun x Reader (past relationship), Jean Kristein x Reader (past relationship)

Characters: Eren Jäger, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger, Jean Kristien, Reiner Braun, Carla Jager, Sophie Jäger

Tags: Unhealthy copping mechanism, unhealthy relationships, childhood trauma, physical and verbal abuse, self-esteem and trust issues, domestic violence, implied/ referenced cheating and a touch of sweet, lovable and non fuckboy Eren Jäger, German-speaking Eren.

This work is brought to you by Lana Del Rey’s songs

I found this illustration on pinterest, credits to the artist

Updates on mondays and thursdays

Playlists : Reader’s POV, Eren’s POV

Summary

“I explained my hurt and still got hurt so I learned to stop talking”

They say you can’t break a broken heart, but how many times should a heart be broken to become immune?

Believing she had her share of suffering; reader decides never to expect a tomorrow from her one-night stands and to close her heart for good. everything goes according to her plans until one day, she wakes up in his bed.

His name is Eren Jäger and he is more than determined to pierce the hard rock ice covering her heart.

A/N: It’s been a while since I posted something, it was because of this fic. I came up with the idea over a month ago and started a draft but was too afraid to engage.

This work contains a detailed description of physical and verbal abuse, please read the tags.

Also, if you are a victim of any form of domestic abuse, please seek help. I know it’s not easy but it’s better than being stuck in this endless vicious cycle.

I also would like to thank you for all the support you give me and for the reactions. I hope you like this story because it means a lot to me. Stay safe please.

List of chapters

Chapter I Cold heart and hands and aptitude

Chapter II Cause I’ve got monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off

Chapter III Your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head

Chapter IV For a little piece of haven

Chapter V I've got much more than that, like my memories, I don't need that

Chapter VI I’m not looking for true love tonight

Chapter VII Fuck yeah, give it to me, this is Heaven, what I truly want

Chapter VIII Are you gonna tell me now? Are you gonna tell me later?

Chapter IX Don't cry about him, don't cry about him

Chapter X Cause there's a man that's in my past… there's a man that's still right here… he's real enough to touch in my darkest nights

Chapter XI What’s the worst, that could happen to a girl who’s already hurt?

Chapter XII When I'm in your arms, feel like I have it all

Chapter XIII Heaven is a place on earth with you

Chapter XIV I've got a burning desire for you

Chapter XV Who am I to sympathize when no one gave a damn

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pixeechix21 · 6 months

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Forget the past

Oneshot Königxfem!reader

You need a rebound, and he wants to help you.

TW: smut, smutty, alcohol, praise kink (just for you girly lmao), p in v, vulgar language, marking people’s bodies, aftercare, kinda sweet&vanila if I do say so myself.

Please, please on my knees begging you for best results read with Hotel(Montel Fish), or If you think I'm pretty (Artemas)

WC:1728

Waffles:

“You need to take your mind off of that dick, and you know focus on some other type of dick, y/n,” Evlyn teases handing you two drinks. The bar is crowded and you seriously don’t want to be here, where the floor is sticking to your heels and there’s a pungent smell of alcohol. Your break was so fresh, and there’s something wrong with you, you think how can I be so happy aren’t I meant to cry or something? Truly there’s something cathartic about not having to deal with him and his mommy issues anymore.

“I mean they’re sexy,” she catches the eyes of a large group of very tall, built men. One of them smiles back and turns to share with the group.

“Mmm yeah they’re… cute, but i need someone more… I don’t know, just not that,” you turn back to stare at them. You’re lying through your teeth, they are hot like worth going through hell hot. One of them says something boisterously and the rest of the group laugh. Leaning on the wall the brown haired one chuckles quietly. Your eyes track his wide shoulders and his hands. As you take your eyes off of his body you catch his eyes. Or more like he catches you. He picks up an eyebrow biting down on his lips to contain his smile. You go bright red and the second you see him walking over with the others you spin around and whisper shout. “Abort. Abort. The very sexy men are coming, abor-”

“Who might the very sexy men be?” They circle your standing table.

“Uhhh.” you say stupidly.

“We meant you all,” Evlyn says flirtatiously towards the blond one. “Evlyn and this is y/n,” you ignore them and keep in contact with his blue eyes.

“Beautiful name y/n,” he smiles sweetly.

“That reminds me of my grandmother, her name was very similar, or maybe not. To be honest I forgot so I just called her Nan,” the shaved haired one says pensively.

“Shut up Soap,” one laughs, slapping him on the back and steers them away. “Good night ladies, next round is one us,” the majority of the group disperses and Evlyn is chatting up the blond one. But he remains.

“Please don’t tell me my name actually sounds like your grandpa’s name, I can’t handle that and my break-” you pause blushing. Evlyn warned you not to go babbling about it and you broke the rule.

“Ha! no no. I was just thinking you look beautiful,” you see a small blush rising to his cheeks. Awww, you think sweetly. The complete opposite of what those big arms make you think. “König,” he held out his hand.

“Nice to meet you king,” you take his hand. The warmth outcompetes the fuzz from the alcohol. He looks surprised, at you knowing what it means.

“So what do you do?” You ask awkwardly.

“Let’s say it's teaching the bad guys of the world a lesson.”

“Sounds very dangerous,” you tease.

“Yes one could say it is,” he nodded affirmingly. “You?”

“Uuuh not as cool I’m a chef,” standing there you forget what the fuck you say when talking ot people. You suddenly remember the untouched shots, and grab them then hand one to him. He frowns questioningly. “Come on let's celebrate,” you urge, smiling. Letting go of your triring thoughts.

“Okay, what to?” He looks questioningly at you, amused at your thought processes.

“Dicks.” You tap the shot to the table, shoot the jager back and shake your head vigorously. You laugh at the comical look of shock on his face. “Follow me König,” you grab his wrist and squeeze into the middle of the crowd. You start dancing, shaking your ass to the music. You look up to see him with his arms crossed and looking around anxiously. “Dance!”

“I’m okay, thank you for the offer,” he leans down to your ears so that you can hear him better.

“Please! I need my mind taken off of the past,” you plead your case. With that he loosens his arms and you turn around dancing with him. He seems as if he doesn’t know what to do, for a second. Then he grabs your hips tightly and holds you to him, tilting his head down inhaling your perfume in. Your hands snake up over his hair, holding him close. You face him, faces inches away you can see the depths of his eyes. You lick your lips just as the heat drops to your core. His hand comes across your waist and keeps you close, enclosing you in his body. Slowly you lean into him, feeling the pull like an irresistible magnet. He gulps and you kiss. At first it’s soft, delicate, but then as he pulls away you pull lightly on his bottom lip with your teeth.

His eyes are hooded with lust and you know that yours are too. “Better?” He says close to your ear.

“Just a little more,” you kiss him again and this time it is deep and harsh, trying to steal each other's breaths. Abruptly breaking apart he drags you out of the bar and calls for his car to pull round.

His truck comes and you climb in. You frantically text Evlyn to tell her you’re good. The windows are all down and your hair is flying everywhere. Your skirt flies up and you try to cover it up as you see him side eye you. No fuck it. You think rebelliously, I’m going to fuck this guy and it’s decided. You slowly shimmy down your panties and throw them to the back. His knuckles go white from how hard he’s holding onto the steering wheel. You move your hand over your clit and start panting as you build yourself up, in front of him. He shifts trying to hide his growing hardness. A raspy sigh comes out of you. You open your legs wider so that he can see you better.

“Fuck," he breathes out not being able to remove his eyes from you. You take one of his hands and bring it to your pussy. He groans as you guide him, you sink into the car seat in satisfaction. The engine stops. "Come here," he lifts you effortlessly, placing you on his lap, with his cock in-between your legs. He kisses you like a famished man, forcing you to forget everything. He eats up your moans as you grind into him reaching for more. His finger painfully digs into your ass.

You yelp loudly as you both jolt backwards. He laughs as you place a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "It's just the car seat recliner darling," you laugh too. He starts kissing your neck and taking off your clothes. Gripping his hair you remove his lips from you, you open the door and get out. Naked in heels you beckon him to follow you. For a 6 '10 he looks like a puppy stepping out of the truck and following you. His arms wrap sweetly around you, whilst kissing him your hand works on his pants. There’s a desperacy in your movements, that if you don’t do it now with all you’ve got you’d lose the ability. As you spread the pre-cum making him slick ready for you. He holds himself tight trying not to lose it, as you tease him. The look on his face, the neediness, the want to make you his knees weak. He hooks the back of your legs and you straddle him. He feels unbearably large as he positions himself in your entrance. You inhale deeply bracing from him as you enter you. Your nails claw into his tattooed shoulders, knowing it's going to mark. He doesn’t mind, he embraces the pain.

Watching you as you struggle to stretch around him. “You’re so tight,” he gasps looking down. “You’re taking it so good, breathe for me,” he encourages as you sink all the way down. You feel his arms flex as he lifts you back, taunting you as he drags himself out. “Just like that good girl,” he starts picking up the pace. Your tits bounce in his face and he bites one harshly, making you hold onto him more. You throw your head back and feel the euphoria wash over you. “Fuck me König yes,” you moan hold his head to your tits as he bites and marks you all over.

His dick throbs in you, as he pumps in and out of you. “When you say it like that you make me feel like a king,” he breathes out, colliding with your lips. Stealing any oxygen as he thrust faster and harder into you. “Hold onto me,” he sits you down on the hood of his truck. You lay down feeling the warm engine tingle your skin. Both his arms on either side of you, you can’t see any cars driving by on the main road. You keep hold of him, as he fucks you. Like fucks you so hard you start seeing fireworks. “I’m going to-”

He works at your clit as he continues to absolutely obliterate you. “Come for me y/n.” You clench around him, as your body explodes with what your ex was never able to give to you. “Good girl just like that,” he praises and you feel it coming again. It does even more than the first as you shake uncontrollably. "Let me show you, your future." He steadines your hips and slams into you. One. two. Three. Four times with all the strength he has. You get off on the vision of him losing all control over you, as he too comes to his orgasm. Gently he kisses your forehead. “Have you forgotten?”

Caught off guard you ask, “What?”

“I’ll take that as the greatest compliment, here take this,” he hands you a sweater from his truck.

“Thank you,” you say not only for the sweater but for making you feel the confidence you’d lost a long time ago.

“Waffles?”

“Yes please,” you smile and you both drive off.

#smut #konig #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig x reader #fem!reader #cod x reader #cod smut #cod könig #cod konig #x reader #halloween #konig fanfiction #konig fluff #call of duty

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charmercharm3r · 2 years

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Serial Lover

HHJ

Masterlist

wc: 10.2k

Synopsis: A stripper who is a hopeless romantic and a bartender with a million and one failed relationships. What could go wrong?

warnings: smut, switch!hyunjin, switch!reader, unprotected sex (don't raw dog it guys srsly), alcohol consumption/drinking and driving (do NOT do), so much miscommunication even I got angry writing it, they're both just extremely stupid, I can't be bothered to proof read this pls excuse grammatical and spelling errors lol

Part 3 of my 8 part series based off the album, “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” by Kehlani, where each member of Stray Kids will have a song dedicated to them and whatever toxic relationship I can come up with.

He hated the smell of fake leather, all too potent and unsavory for a material that was supposed to be seductive. His wardrobe was filled with it, Hyunjin couldn’t help that he loved the way he looked in it, accentuating his body in all the right places. Most of the costumes he wore were leather or latex, decorated with bits of red and silver chains to add some dramatic flare. As if he couldn’t look dramatic enough, the red ribbon that tied half of his black hair up was just the icing on the cake.

You loved watching his sets, the music was always the loudest with the numbers he chose. It helped that he brought in the biggest crowds no matter how dead the club was. Your partnership with Hyunjin was a two way street; you provide drinks strong enough to get customers to spend their money on him, not that they needed them– he was just that gorgeous, and Hyunjin convinces them to go back to the bar for more and tip you well. Though of course not as well as the tips he receives. No, that kind of treatment was reserved just for the dancers.

After every set, the first thing Hyunjin did was collect his cash and hide it away backstage, then make his way back to you on the other side of the counter. Today was no different, except he added something new to his stage. Red ribbon wrapped around his bare arms, tying off between his knuckles and ends flowing freely as his hands gracefully swayed, on a mission to reach the bar. You did your best not to stare, focusing all too hard on cleaning a crystal glass that was already spotless. Hyunjin slumped at his usual barstool in the center of the counter, leaning on his arm patiently for you to acknowledge him. You didn’t have to look at him to know he needed a drink. Setting the glass down, you get him his usual.

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his arms. The sleeveless leather crop top wasn’t new attire, but the red ribbon popped against his toned muscles so nicely it made your mouth water. It wasn’t like you to thirst over him. Working in a strip club allowed you to come in contact with so many beautiful people, especially the dancers, that you’d trained yourself to keep things professional.

However Hyunjin was new, eight months ago he had joined the club and people instantly fawned over him. It made sense, his proportions were insanely right and his face resembled that of a cat, making anyone that saw him in the neon lights swoon. What didn’t make sense was why he befriended you past that of work. Of course you were friends with the other dancers, but not in the way you were with him. He’d approached you first, asking for a jager and redbull, and charmed his way into your life.

You placed the drink down in front of him, to which he chugged immediately and set the glass back down right side up. “It’s only midnight, already rough?” you asked, taking the glass to refill. As you wandered towards the back of the bar to grab the alcohol, Hyunjin groaned and slammed his head onto the counter. The thud of his forehead on the wood made surrounding customers jump and stare. You poured the drink and placed it next to him. Grabbing a clean rag, you forced his head up and put it underneath him so he had something to lay on. “When I told you you had a hard head, I didn’t mean it was made of steel.” The comment made him laugh dryly into the towel.

“It looked stupid, didn’t it?” Hyunjin lifted his head and looked you dead in the eyes. When you cocked your head at him confused, he downed the second drink and asked again. “This! The ribbon! It looked dumb, right? God, I knew I should’ve just kept to the regular routine.” He pushed the upturned glass towards you again. “‘Nother jagerbomb. More jager, less bomb.”

You didn’t question him, sighing as you switched the ratio to his preference. “I thought you looked great. Sexy,” you said and slid the glass his way, resting on your forearms in front of him.

“You always say that,” Hyunjin chugged his third drink with ease.

“I always mean it.” He set the glass down with the rim to the counter, the two of you holding a staring contest. Even in the blue and purple glow, his features were on full display. Smokey eye makeup, plump pink lips, you could even see the little mole under his eye that added to the sultriness of his persona.

You don’t always flirt with him, your friendship didn’t start out that way. It wasn’t until recently had you taken a particular liking to him in a different way. You’d just gone out on another terrible date with a guy who’d come into the club on a slow night. He’d been charming and fun to talk to in the night time scene, so when he asked you out for lunch a few days later you were excited. Upon seeing him in the sunlight, you automatically got the ick. He wasn’t how you remembered him, maybe it was the change in atmosphere or the way the daylight made it look sickly and frail. You should’ve turned tail and ran as soon as you saw him, but the good angel on your shoulder made you stick it out. That was, until he puked all over your nice white shoes. He was actually ill with the stomach bug and failed to mention it, hoping it’d pass before your date. You’d never run from a man so fast in your life.

Obviously you’d told Hyunjin about this. His first reaction wasn’t to laugh at you for choosing to go out with the guy, but rather laugh at him for making a fool of himself in front of you. The two of you were sat on the couch in his apartment, which was astonishingly clean. Both of you were a few drinks in and slightly drunk, counting his night’s tips and figuring out how he was going to budget it. When he’d gotten tired of thinking, you told the story to ease his worries. “What a loser,” he said, holding his stomach and brushing his hair back with his hand. “You deserve better.”

You’d place the dollar bills into the counting machine and turned to him, “I do! Why don’t you ever stop me from going out with these terrible people?”

“‘Cause it’s not like you listen anyways,” he nudged your knee with his, jokingly. “Even I could treat you better and I don’t even date.”

“Really? Serial lover like yourself could treat me better? Won’t believe it ‘til I see it.” You weren’t serious at the time, in fact– you were sarcastic. But it was as if your words sparked something in him. From then on, you’d catch his eyes lingering a bit longer than usual, touches frequenting your arms and shoulders, making a habit of smelling your hair whenever he hugged you. He’d offer to do things for you that you didn’t realize you needed help doing, or bringing you little things he said reminded him of you. All the telltale signs of a crush. It’d taken you a bit to warm up to the idea that your coworker turned best friend had thought of you as more than that. Honestly, it scared you a bit, leading your relationship to how it is now.

“Stop looking at me like you want to eat me,” he shied away, looking at the upside down glass.

“Stop thinking about eating me and maybe I will,” you countered, smiling up at him devilishly when the flush crept onto his cheeks. Though he was sitting on the stool and you were standing, he still towered over you. “Seriously, I love the ribbon,” your words were sincere, hoping the seriousness of your tone helped him understand. Stealing the glass from under his hand, you poured one more drink.

“You’re trying to get me drunk.”

“I am. Drunk Hyunjin always listens to me better.”

More than anything, you were compensating with your hypersexuality to combat the feelings he made bubble inside of you. Hyunjin knew this, he knew you. Which is why he never pushed himself to admit that he had more than a crush. He wanted someone unattainable and so in love with the thrill, someone he knew could never be okay with a singular, overbearingly loving person. Someone like you would never work with someone like Hyunjin.

But knowing this wasn’t the same as accepting it. So still, his heart wrenched at the doe eyes you made at him, for him. He knew exactly where you stood, you weren’t subtle in the flirting department especially since after the drunken mistake of telling him you wanted him to prove he’s better for you than anyone you could’ve dated. That’s where his dilemma lies. Hyunjin knows you love the chase, you love feeling wanted until all you receive is undying love and eventually become bored. All Hyunjin wanted to do was love you. You were a prize he wouldn’t let himself win.

On your end, you pushed the feelings down as much as possible. Somehow they always came back up as soon as he even so much as glanced in your direction. If someone had asked you what your dating life was like, you’d say pathetic, repetitive, maybe a little unhinged at times. It wasn’t like you were dating just for the sake of going on dates. You genuinely wanted to find something with someone whom you could love unconditionally and love you unconditionally back. You had. He was sitting in front of you, clad head to toe in back leather and latex and wore red ribbons in his hair. He loved your drinks, listened to you when you spoke– really listened, he tied your hair up when you had one too many drinks and helped you change clothes then tucked you into bed. Being with him was so domestic, it felt all too natural and scared the living shit out of you.

The raven haired man before you fiddled with the fabric between his knuckles. “I have one more set tonight. Will you watch?” he asked without looking at you, but taking a quick peek at the drink he’d internally battled about finishing.

“You know I will, angel. I’m your biggest fan. Remember?” Hyunjin shivered a bit at the nickname, he knew you really were his biggest fan. The feeling was mutual, that’s why he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to redirect the conversation, “my number one supporter and number one worst tipper.” With that he downed what would be his last drink on shift while keeping his eyes trained on your smiling lips, the liquid courage dripping down his throat all too casually. Bravery or stupidity, he didn’t know which it was that pushed him to drop the glass upside down again, this time brushing his hand over yours that rested on the counter while the other raised to tip your chin up, forcing you to look him directly in the eye. It was a quick moment, fleeting all too fast for either of you. Your eyes locked for the split second he had his fingertips on your face, shooting you a wink before whisking off backstage for an outfit change.

His touch left your skin burning even though the air conditioning was on full blast behind the bar. You watched him walk away, longing for the confirmation you needed just to know that he wasn’t playing with your mind. Letting out a breath you didn’t realize you held in, you let your head fall onto the towel that he was using and cursed Hwang Hyunjin for making you feel like this.

Hyunjin strode into the employee lounge of the club, throwing himself onto the first soft surface he could find. That happened to be the love seat, already preoccupied by another dancer named Felix. Hyunjin’s usual attire consisted of blacks and reds, versus Felix who opted for bubblegum pink, his signature color. The two of them next to each other looked almost comical as Hyunjin dangled his legs over the arm of the seat and rested his head in Felix’s lap. “You smell good,” Hyunjin mumbled at his friend, closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax.

“You’re so obvious,” Felix laughed at him, poking Hyunjin’s cheek. “You can’t go five minutes without talking to her.”

“I. Am. Dealing.” Hyunjin waved his hand to try and be nonchalant. It didn’t work.

“Dealing so, so terribly, my young and in love friend.” He knew the bubblegum boy was right. He didn’t try to hide it, the small stunt at the bar proved it. If anything, he was holding himself back. Maybe it was the alcohol talking. Maybe he was just over the game. Maybe he’s decided to get his answer tonight. “Lix?” His friend responded with a hum. “Do you have any white costumes I could borrow?”

The club wasn’t bustling with people, you didn’t expect it to be on a Thursday night. Jisung, another one of the club’s performers, was on stage at the moment. He was a feisty little thing on the pole, you had to admit. His stage outfit was electric colors, mainly blues and greens that complimented the lighting. Jisung liked to use big movements, strong ones that gave a wow factor instead of being continuously pleasing to the eye. It was engaging, tonight’s set in particular, you didn’t want to look away. By now, you were used to seeing the performer’s routines, however it seemed like everyone was trying something new tonight.

Hyunjin watched you from the staging area, fiddling mindlessly with the hem of his newly loaned outfit. He wouldn’t have noticed Felix standing behind him if he didn’t reach out to tighten the back drawstring of the top, “stop staring.”

“I’m not staring,” Hyunjin didn’t look away from you as he said this.

“You’re staring and being a creep.” His friend pulled hard on the strings, forcing Hyunjin to suck in a gasp. “If she doesn’t fall for you in this outfit, I think it’s time to give it up.”

The raven haired man didn’t want to think about the possibility of you not reciprocating his feelings, knowing fully well that you do. Still, it hurts a bit to imagine. He watched you as your eyes followed Jisung around the stage in a trance, though not glazed over like how you look at him. It was more like you were fascinated and intrigued. Hyunjin wasn’t oblivious to the conditions of your work, you were bound to find people attractive. The key word here; you. You found people attractive while he looked for you like a weed growing from the highway on its search for the sun. If Hyunjin had a dollar for every time his eyes searched for you in this damned club, he’d be rich– this coming from a stripper.

Felix pat his friend on the back, letting him get into his headspace for performing. Hyunjin was always a talented dancer, he knew that ever since he got the role in his middle school’s play that he was sick while being forced to audition for. It wasn’t his plan to become a stripper, however life is unexpected and he found himself in love with the freedom of it. He choreographed his own routines, dressed in a way that made him feel powerful, made a lot more money than he could have possibly done performing anywhere else. The club was his oyster, or whatever.

Shaking out his limbs and cracking his knuckles, Hyunjin strode out onto the stage, picking up his feet and exaggerating the movement of his hips. It’s definitely the alcohol, he thought as his eyes searched for you behind the bar. He watched your jaw go slack and eyes become increasingly wide, raking up and down his body.

You thought he was hot in all black, but in all white he looked simply delectable. He wasn’t wrong earlier when you continuously handed him his drink, you really did want to devour him. Only now there was an innocence that lingered in his steps towards the center pole, his face contrasting so darkly that you knew he was doing this on purpose. He wanted you to know this was for you. Hyunjin’s top was that of a latex corset. The bust area was flat against his chest but still curved to drip down his chest plate, the straps that were supposed to hold it up essentially useless. The hem of it was pointed, the tip of it just barely covering his belly button. When he turned around you could see the back was held together with ribbon, his red ribbon. Your mouth watered at the thought of being able to take it off and tie his hands together with it.

You forced yourself to blink away the thoughts as he made his descent along the silver pole. Has his ass always looked that good? Perhaps it was the tight cut out pants that showed his upper thighs, his knees, and mid calves, only attached by more red ribbon laced through it. It took a lot of strength to bring your eyes to his face again, only to find Hyunjin already looking at you with a shit eating grin. His feline eyes narrowed as the gaze held, only breaking when he spun around the pole and lifted himself up. You weren’t paying attention to the routine, even though the way his body rolled and twisted itself around the metal made your legs weak, your mind was elsewhere. Hyunjin didn’t pay any attention to you during his sets, but now with this outfit change and his stare not on anyone but you… he gave you his answer.

Even as he smoothly took the dollar bills from customers, placing it seductively into the bust of the top or the waistline of his pants, he never took more than a couple seconds to face you again. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to scream in his face for teasing you and taking his goddamn time confessing his feelings, or if you just wanted to tie him up and make him yours.

Hyunjin contorted his body around the pole in such a manner that you were sure he was going to break in half. Why let a stupid pole fold him when it could be done by you? The thoughts of him being a crying mess below you had you reaching for the liquor, as one usually does when their crush is playing hard to get. Except he wasn’t, he wasn’t hard to get at all. Hyunjin was right in front of you every second of every day and still, he’s so far away.

His set ended all too soon. You suddenly remembered that you were at work and tended to the patrons who were grabbing their fix between numbers. Hyunjin eyed you making yourself busy to avoid him, but he knew your schedule better than you did. When he was off, you were off. There was no stopping the tsunami of words he wanted to say to you.

Except one thing. The guy had come back, the guy from your latest crappy date. He was sitting in Hyunjin’s seat and making large gestures with his hands while you cocked your head at him. Hyunjin couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he saw your eyes roll before you went to turn away. But the man reached over the counter and grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcefully pulling you back.

He wasn’t sure what came over him, Hyunjin isn’t a violent person in the slightest. But when his fist made contact with the man’s face, he realized there was a first time for everything.

The man let go of your hair and stumbled back, holding the side of his cheek. His attention went from you to Hyunjin, lunging forward at the man clad in white in retaliation. Before he could reach him though, the bouncer finally showed up, grabbing the drunken man in a bear hug and throwing him outside.

You rubbed the back of your head where the man had grabbed, unable to process what just happened. The bartender who was supposed to be finishing the shift came to your aid, handing you an ice pack and saying for you to go home. However, through the chaos that jumbled your mind, you found Hyunjin standing on the opposite side of the bar, heavenly looking as always as he came in close. Even though the counter separated your bodies, it didn’t stop him from leaning over to cup your face. His mouth was moving, but none of his words registered. All you could see was the worry in his eyes as his thumbs rubbed the tops of your cheekbones. Unconsciously, you leaned into his touch, letting your head fall into his hands.

His warmth was ripped from you again all too soon, the other bartender ushered you back towards the employee lounge. They sat you down on the love seat and let you decompress. Hyunjin shooed everyone else that bustled around you away until it was just you, him, and a couple other dancers who had no idea what was happening. He knelt onto the carpet before you, running his hands along your legs, arms, or wherever else he could touch to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere else. His hands eventually made its way up to your face again, this time able to be uninterrupted. “You just attract shitty men like flies, don’t you?” Hyunjin said softly, cradling your cheek with the hand that punched the man.

“I attracted you.” He was sure it was the adrenaline talking for you. It was definitely the comfort of a familiar person making you take his hand from your face and interlock fingers. It was absolutely because he just saved you that you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes. Hyunjin was one hundred percent positive you weren’t in love with him the way he was in love with you.

“Take me home.” It wasn’t a question, you were telling him. Hyunjin nodded, standing quickly and running to grab his and your stuff from the lockers. Throwing his jacket on and draping yours across your shoulders, you reached for his hand again. You did it so effortlessly, it was like second nature to hold onto him. You didn’t look at him as you slipped your fingers between his, but he could feel the slight tremble in them as he guided you out the backdoor. You handed him the keys to your car, letting him open the door for you and sit down. Hyunjin didn’t close the door, instead he leaned in and grabbed the seatbelt, hovering over you as he fastened you safely. For good measure, he pulled the strap until it stopped and let it click to lock in place.

As he walked around the front of your car and slipped into the driver’s seat, you asked yourself why he couldn’t understand. To reiterate, why wouldn’t he let himself understand? Why wouldn’t he let you love him and let himself love you? Why was he always keeping you at arms length when they were still wide open for you to fall into? Why was he holding back? The grip that guy had on your hair must’ve knocked some sense into you because you were starting to think maybe it wasn’t Hyunjin keeping something from blooming between the two of you.

Neither of you spoke as Hyunjin drove to your apartment. He thought over and over about how we were to explain why he punched that man for you, almost took a beating for you. Once he got into your apartment, he knew there was no going back.

You saw your building come into view, confused. “Why are we here? I said to take me home.”

“Has this not been your apartment for the last eight months?” Hyunjin responded, confused. He glanced your way, seeing if he misread what you were saying. Clearly he did. “I meant with you.” His heart skipped a couple beats as you stared into his soul with the eyes he thought could move the moon if they pleased. You stole his right hand from the steering wheel and placed it in your lap, cupping it with your own. He’d never driven home so fast in his life.

He parked and opened the car door for you again. This time, you led him up the stairs and down the hall hand in hand. As you trailed in front of him, he looked at how small your hands were compared to his, how they tightened their grip every time you felt him loosen ever so slightly. Hyunjin smiled to himself, he didn’t realize you were already at his front door. You moved to the side to let him unlock it with one hand, keeping the other close to your body. He pushed it open for you to enter, not letting him go as you both kicked off your shoes and made your way to his bedroom.

You knew it all too well, though never going further than innocent cuddles. Once inside, he closed the door behind him, watching as you shrugged your jacket off and sat on the edge of his bed. He did the same, but stayed close along the wall. Hyunjin had forgotten he was wearing the white stage outfit, suddenly feeling so revealing in the bedroom light. “I think you have something to say to me, Jinnie.”

The abrasiveness of the question brought out his own attitude, “shouldn’t you be thanking me first?” He found the dresser closest to the wall, leaning so his legs don’t give out under your stare.

You smiled, knowing he was half right. “Thank you.” The air could be cut with a knife because of how thick the tension was. “We’re both really bad at this,” you fake laughed, finding your fingers suddenly interesting.

“I can’t be bad at something I don’t do,” Hyunjin’s tone was a bit colder, realizing why you said you wanted to come over. For some reason your heart wimped at his words.

“So what, then? You’re gonna keep pretending you don’t have a crush on me?” His body froze on the spot, never thinking he’d hear his feelings being said out loud. It was something of a wakeup call. Hyunjin couldn’t bear to look at you anymore, you’d foiled his plans of ignoring the feelings until they went away. “You’re torturing me, y’know.”

“You’re one to talk about torture, Y/N,” he scoffed, unmoving. You tilted your head at him, confused. Hyunjin let out a breathy, mocking laugh. “You’re not so innocent either. How long have you known how I felt about you? And you still play into it like you know I’ll give it to you no matter what.”

“You think I’m playing with you? I flirt with you so obviously the entire club knows!” You stood from the bed, running a hand through your hair. “Are you blind? Or are you intentionally ignoring every move I make?”

Hyunjin gulped, knowing he was cornered. He recalled the reasons why he couldn’t accept your love– the fun of the chase, your freedom, his bursting heart being too much for you to handle. “I can’t be yours,” he finally said, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“And why not?” Anger began to boil in your blood, he was purposefully avoiding your interrogation. The room started to get hot and stuffy, but that was probably just both of you getting worked up. You stared at him in anticipation for his answer, but Hyunjin couldn’t get the words out. He didn’t know how to tell you that he didn’t believe you could change your ways, despite how much he wished you could. You were impatient, and frankly, tired of waiting for him. “Fine. That’s fine. I’ll tell you exactly how I feel.

“You’re so goddamn pessimistic. For a hopeless romantic, nothing I do is ever good enough for you! I practically throw myself at you– let everyone know I’m so head over fucking heels for you and I get fuck all back!” Hyunjin opened his mouth to defend himself, but you cut him off. “NO! You let me finish,” he sealed his lips in a fake zipping motion. “I put myself out there because of you– for you because I know you won’t do it yourself. I know how scared you are of falling in love and realizing that it might not be real. But fuck– stop making me out to be the bad guy for just trying to show you what could be if you’d just fucking let me.” Heat stung at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill any second. You sniffled, blinking excessively to hold back the dam in your lash line.

Hyunjin’s ears were ruby red, he knew on some level you were right. It didn’t mean he was wrong, though. “Are you done?” he asked, though not in an antagonizing manner. You nodded, hugging your arms across your chest. “I can’t be yours because you’ll never be mine. You want something so completely different than I do, we aren’t even in the same fucking realm anymore. I don’t want someone who will run away because I love them, who won’t get tired of me giving them my all.” Hyunjin pushed himself off of the dresser and took two steps to close the distance between you, his breath fanning across your lips. “I’m a hopeless romantic, fine. But you’re the serial lover, not me.” He threw your past words in your face like it was an insult. And honestly, it hurt coming from him.

The tears flowed freely now, you didn’t bother trying to wipe them away. You wanted him to see every part of you, never feeling the need to hide from him. Especially not now. “Well fuck me for trying then, right?” The puffiness of your eyes made it hard to blink. Grabbing your jacket off the floor, you gave him one last tear filled look before walking away.

Your exit was cut short. The jacket was ripped from your hand as soon as you reached for the door knob. Turning, Hyunjin was already standing directly behind you with tears of his own. The proximity of his face in front of yours made you stumble back into the door, his arms caging you in as they placed on either side of your head. “Why do you get to walk away again? Why don’t you get to be the bad guy? Why you so fucking irritating? Yet all I can think about doing is ripping your clothes off,” he words came out much quicker and agitated than he planned, not even catching himself saying the last sentence until he watched your eyes dart back and forth between his own and his lips.

“Is that what you want?” Your voice was low, suggestive as Hyunjin’s tongue licked his lower lip. He nodded hesitantly. Reaching to swipe a lingering tear from his cheek, he found his body overheating at the light gesture. You’d hardly touched him and he was already crumbling beneath you. Hyunjin felt his chest tighten as you rubbed your thumb into his cheek. Just as he was going to relax into your hand, your fingertips pinched his skin. He let out a small yelp and you shoved him away. “I don’t like you playing with me like this, Hwang Hyunjin. You sort your shit out before talking about wanting to me to fuck you. Maybe next time, I’ll actually do it.” Stealing your jacket off the ground before he could protest, you left.

Hyunjin didn’t know what to do. He stood in the middle of his bedroom with his hand stupidly rubbing over where you’d pinched him and dumbfounded look. Even without you directly in front of him, your words were enough to keep him flustered for the rest of the night.

It was radio silence from you, not a single call or text from your end of the phone. This confused Hyunjin more than he already was. You closed the door in his face, but not all the way. Your offer still stood, the words replaying in his mind over and over for the next two days until you were expected to be back at the bar. He’d contemplated showing up at your doorstep and asking for your forgiveness, but remembered he had nothing to be sorry for. In his mind, he was in the right for standing his ground and telling you no. But he also remembered how he shot himself in the foot by saying he wanted to fuck you in the same sentence as him trying to prove a point.

There was something else you implied before you stormed out that kept him up at night. You fuck him? He couldn’t recall if he’d heard you right. Part of him wishes he had.

Hyunjin had just finished his first stage of the night before you were supposed to clock in. If you were still up to your old antics, he knew you’d gotten there early to watch him. His suspicions were correct, spotting you leaning against the wall near the entrance of the club, eyes trained completely on him. Your face was expressionless with your arms loose at your side, one holding onto the strap of your bag. Through the dim and color bending lights, he saw you raise one eyebrow at him, smirking in an unamused way and walking towards the back lounge. Hyunjin did his best not to seem frantic as he made his way off the stage in search of you.

He tried and failed miserably.

Hyunjin practically fell through the lounge door, knocking it harshly against the wall with a bang. It made you jump as you shoved your bag into your usual locker next to his. Looking over your shoulder and seeing it was him, body glistening with sweat in all its glory, you turned your back to him again. Ignoring his name being called by Felix and some questions from the other dancers, he strode up to the backside of your locker and shut it closed while you were still rummaging. “Hey! What the fuck?!” you shouted at him.

No words came out of his mouth as you looked up at him annoyed. Hyunjin hoped you could see the desperation and longing in his eyes. Judging by the way your face softened as you made eye contact, you did. You let out a deep breath, pushing his hand off your locker and opening it again. “Not now, Jinnie. Save it for after we’re out of here.” The nickname should’ve made him relax a bit, but the thought of you meeting with him after work had him tensed all over.

“You’ll come over later?” was all he could get out.

“Have you done what I said?” Hyunjin was all too eager to nod. “Then yeah, I’ll come over.” Grabbing your bar keys, you closed the locker again. “Hyunjin?” You called his name so beautifully, even if it was laced with a bit of anger. “Hm?”

You took a step closer to him, getting in close to whisper in his ear, “talk to me at all today without me speaking to you first, pull any stunts like you did last time, or mention to anyone what happened, I’ll make sure you’re really crying when we get home.” His stomach almost dropped out of his ass as your breath warmed the skin along his neck, raising goosebumps. He didn’t respond, you didn’t count his whimper. “Speak.”

“Yes,” it came out as more of a plea than an answer. Pulling back from him, you looked up to meet his gaze, mischievous and provocative. Tilting your head at him innocently, you brushed a strand of hair that was matted to his sweaty forehead back, running your fingertips along the side of his face with a feather light touch. Hyunjin resisted the urge to fold to his knees. It was going to be a long shift.

Dancing wasn’t the same, but not in a bad way. Hyunjin found himself dancing with a newfound purpose, no longer simply because he liked it. Now, he danced to impress. Specifically, to impress the bartender that smiled at him as if he were a meal and she was the devil of gluttony, waiting to feast. It didn’t go unnoticed by you, the way Hyunjin’s black latex-covered hips swirled dramatically slower, delicate hands wrapping all the more sensually around the pole. You let it slide, loving how you knew he was doing it for you. It was his last set, which meant you were almost off work as well. The clock at the back of the bar read 2:30 a.m., you were both going to need a bit of liquid luck if he came to the conclusion you were hoping for.

The music ended, queuing for Hyunjin to exit the stage. He did as he always does, stash his well earned cash in his locker and make his way back to you. Sitting in his seat, you poured him his drink wordlessly, another empty glass sitting next to it. He smiled when he noticed you adding his same drink into the glass. You slid the drink towards him, taking your own into your hand and raising it, “bottoms up, baby.” You winced at the alcohol, questioning how Hyunjin could possibly take these one after another. Jager had to be one of your least favorite liquors, vodka being at the top of the list. You and vodka had an unspoken rivalry, something Hyunjin always made fun of you for, but not today.

He followed suit, downing the drink and putting it right side up. Hyunjin held onto it as you poured another for both of you. You both had three servings of the drink before calling it a night. You’d filled in the next bartender in on everyone’s tabs and other information, taking your time as Hyunjin waited impatiently at the end of the bar for you. Standing in the middle of the club, still in his stage outfit that stood out incredibly more amongst patrons, made him feel exposed. You watched him squirm, covering his bare arms with his hands and looking around aimlessly. Letting out a small laugh, you thought he had been waiting long enough, patting your coworker on the shoulder and finding Hyunjin. He didn’t notice you until you grabbed one of his cold hands, pulling him along with you to the back lounge.

The lounge was empty, thankfully the hecticness of the weekend had everyone out on the floor. You didn’t stop walking until you reached the lockers, dropping his hand to grab your stuff. He did the same, you finished before him and shut your cubby. As soon as Hyunjin closed his locker and turned around, you pushed his exposed chest back abruptly and held him there pinned. A wicked smile plastered over your face, you held up your car keys, “you’re driving.”

It felt like deja vu, him driving home from work with you in the passenger seat. Only now, there was a completely different energy in the small space. You weren’t the damsel in distress he’d saved a couple of nights ago, he wasn’t in control of himself anymore, and he had no idea what the hell you were going to do to him when you got him alone. Whatever it is you had planned, he couldn’t wait to see.

Before he knew it, Hyunjin was opening the door to his apartment and letting you inside. Shoes kicked aside and bags dropped at the doorway, you pulled him into his bedroom again. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself, awaiting your instructions at the doorway of the room. He watched your back as you faced his bed, slowly stripping your jacket. Hyunjin licked his lips, suddenly noticing your outfit in the normal light. To say you were the best dressed bartender he’d ever seen was an understatement.

Black high waisted shorts hardly covered your smooth legs, a black blouse tucked into them. The rouched ends of the puffer sleeves made your arms look long and elegant. Still not facing him, you unclipped the claw that held your hair up, letting it fall free. Oh how Hyunjin wanted to smell your hair, knowing it’d be what heaven smells like. You finally turned around, running a hand through your mane and tousseling it effortlessly. Your scent wafted over him, damning the air conditioning for pushing it his way. “I know I’ve been… ignoring… you all night. But all jokes aside, we need to have a talk,” you voiced, breaking Hyunjin from his trance.

Nodding, he gulped and gestured for you to sit on the bed. You sat face to face, your legs to the side of your body as Hyunjin mirrored your position. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to,” you started, looking him dead in the face. “But that also means I’m not going to force you to say what I wish you would,” although he nodded, Hyunjin wasn’t quite sure what you were trying to say. You picked up on this, “I mean I’m not going to fuck you if you don’t feel the same, but I’m also not going to pressure you into saying you do. So really, it’s your choice, Jinnie. Just don’t do anything out of pity. I don’t need that.” Something he always loved about you was how straightforward you were, it was a quality he wished he possessed.

He stayed quiet, contemplating his next move. Hyunjin knew that if he let himself feel everything he’d been burying inside, he’s risking his heart. However, there was a part of him that wanted the risk, wanted to take the chance on you because he’s only ever imagined that you wouldn’t walk away from him the way you so easily do all of the other love interests you’d sped through. Maybe it was his savior complex, hoping that he could tame the wild beast inside of you that kept your habits so cold. His intentions were pure, but he was completely unsure of yours.

“You need to tell me what you’re thinking. I’m not a mind reader,” your voice softened, eyes crinkling at the corners to ease the tension.

“You scare me to death,” he blurted without thinking. Your expression didn’t change, the silence egging him to continue. “I’ve known I wanted you since the second I saw you. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life.” The knife in your heart placed there from the last time you were in his bedroom twisted. “But I know that when you leave me, it’ll ruin me.” He pulled the knife out, leaving you to bleed.

The consequences of your actions were catching up now, apparently it was bad karma to have one too many failed relationships. You had confessed to the one person you couldn’t live without and he was avoiding you like the plague because he was terrified of rejection. All of the feelings that he stirred inside of you couldn’t have been put into words, you had no way of easing the fear that you instilled in him.

With your heart in your hands, beaten and bloody just for him, you said softly, “how do I show you that it’s always been you?”

Hyunjin couldn’t stop himself from crashing his lips onto yours, the weight of your words heavy enough to tip him over the brink of insanity. It caught you off guard for a second, the lips you’ve fantasized about finally being pressed against you. Noticing your hesitation, Hyunjin pulled away, looking for any signs of regret in your face. His mouth dropped in embarrassment, “I– I’m sorry. I don’t–”

“Shut up for a second. I’m trying to see something,” you pulled him by the straps of his latex harness, connecting your lips again, this time moving against him in an act of passion. It was a sensual, closed mouthed kiss at first, as seconds passed it became heated. Your tongue swiped along his lower lip, asking for entrance that was granted a second later. From his top, your hands traced against the bare skin of his shoulders, up his neck and into his long hair, tugging him impossibly closer. Hyunjin let himself fall into the kiss, bracing himself with one hand on your thigh and the other cupping your jaw. If you could pay attention to it, you’d feel his fingertips brushing up to reach the hem of your shorts, pulling you into him by the hips. Bodies pressed together in a breathless mess, lips slick with mixed saliva, you were engulfed in his scent.

Hyunjin couldn’t stop his hands from feeling every piece of your exposed skin he could get his hands on, kneading at the flesh with want. Before you could completely lose yourself in him, you broke the kiss, out of breath. “Hyun, tell me you want this,” the words came out as best as you could manage. He nodded, leaning in to catch your lips again but you held him back. “I’m serious. I’m here to stay. For good, if you’ll have me. I need to know you are too.”

“I am… I am,” Hyunjin paused, looking into your eyes that showed no indication of regret. “Please, just… love me.” You didn’t need anything else, shoving him back into the bed by his shoulders and throwing a leg over him to straddle. You didn’t need to look down to see him strain against his pants as he reached up to pull your face in for another kiss. Sitting down fully on top of him, you let him control the pace of the kiss while your hands worked the back side zipper of his stage top. You grind your hips into his just the littlest bit, earning a muffled moan into your mouth. Hyunjin tried not to hold too tightly onto your neck as he instinctively bucked up into you. His mouth ravaged yours, his tongue attempting to win dominance. The bulge in his pants desperately rutting up against you was an indication of who was really in charge. Pulling away, his lips chased as you reached to stroke the top of his hair, tucking it behind his ear. “Slowly, angel. We have all the time in the world.” Hyunjin let out a deep sigh, nodding and licking his lips.

He looked up at you from beneath as if you had carved his name into the moon, marking it as his. Your smile down at him was just as sweet as it was sinful as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. “Can I take this off?” You pulled at the undone zipper of his top. Hyunjin didn’t hesitate to sit up in order to slip his head out of it, tossing somewhere he’d have to find later. You did the same, unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts so you could whip your blouse off with ease. His lips automatically connected with the skin of your stomach, kissing third degree burns as he made his way up, teeth nibbling at the hem of your bra. Your own hands raked lightly along the sides of his upper body to sling up and over his shoulders to pull him in closer.

The heat of your bodies together was starting to become unbearable, what minimal clothes you both wore being far too suffocating. The red ribbon in his hair was still tied in a neat bow until your fingers nimbly pulled at the string, letting it fall loose to frame his beautiful face. Practically plying his mouth from your collar bone, you pushed Hyunjin onto his back again to sit up tall and unclasp your bra. His mouth hung in awe as you freed yourself, almost succeeding in sitting up to lock his lips around your nipple. You held him down by the neck, applying the slightest pressure to hold him still.

He let out a short whimper, catching himself before you could hear anymore. “Who knew angel had a thing for choking,” you teased, adding more weight to his throat and bending over to kiss his chest. Your fingertips traced down the line of his abs as you nibbled gently on his pectoral. Pressing your hips harder onto him earned you another moan, this time louder. “Y/N please,” he pleaded through the grip on his windpipe.

“Please what? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” you detached your lips from his skin to kiss up the column of his neck, freeing it from your grasp.

“Touch me,” his hands locked your hips in place as he rubbed against your clothed core, hoping for any sort of friction. You let him have his fun, enjoying the neediness that forced his crotch to continuously rise in search for yours. “Look at you,” you said just above a whisper, gently biting on his ear lobe. Hyunjin’s grip on your hips were sure to leave a bruise, not that you minded. “Trying to use me to get yourself off, hm? Like the little bitch in heat you are, isn’t that right angel?” The sultriness of your degrading words only made him grip you tighter and groan, pulling your body flush against his as he continued to hump you through the latex of his pants.

“N-not enough,” he begged, burying his face between your breasts. Unwrapping his arms, you reached down to work the confines of his pants, wiggling them off of him then releasing yourself from your shorts. Both of you only in your underwear, he rutted against you again, the heat from your core urging his primal instincts to the surface. “Cum like this, like the slut you are and you can have me however you want.” You meant it in more ways than one.

The thought of him being so desperate, so in need of you lit a fire in your gut. Hyunjin should’ve been more humiliated, attempting to fuck into you through the fabric that separated the part of him he so insanely needed you to touch. You were just the same, pushing your hips back and forth over him to rub your clit in all the right ways. The strangeness of the soft, yet incredibly rock hard feeling between your legs was enough to make you light headed in pleasure.

He was overtaken by lust, not satisfied with the pace you were going. Hyunjin grabbed the underside of your thigh and flipped you onto your back, the abrupt movement making you yelp. He let out what could only be described as a deep growl, forcing his hands underneath your knees to hold your legs up and give him full access to your clothes pussy. The dark patch in the middle of your pink panties continued to spread, fueling his desire even more.

You let out a shaky breath, waiting for him to move. Your hips twitched up, breaking him from his trance on your cunt to dive back into your neck and wrap your legs around his torso. His hips moved at a speed much faster than yours, pushing his cock into the fabric of his boxers incredibly hard, you were sure it was borderline painful. You let your head fall back onto the bed as he sucked at your neck, containing his moans while you couldn’t help but voice yours. “You can do it, angel. Cum for me.”

Hyunjin had never been able to release on command until now, the seduction in your tone and his need to please you overtaking his senses as he spilled into his boxers. He let out a long groan, ceasing his attack on your neck as his body shivered. You raked your hands through his hair and up and down his back, calming him through his first high. The warmth from his cum made your pussy tremble against his softening cock, to which he felt as well.

He caught his breath, regaining enough strength to push onto his forearms and look into your eyes. As fucked out as he was, he was still so beautiful. “So good for me, angel,” you stroked his flustered cheek. Fingertips found his chin, then his lips and softly thumbing it. “Use me,” you whispered.

A light switch flipped in him. His dick sprang back to life at almost complete solidity again at your permission. Sucking in a deep breath, he kissed your lips with a roughness not present before. He bit your lip harshly, getting you to moan. Leaving your mouth to bite down the center of your chest, Hyunjin slipped his hand down to cup your aching cunt, fingertips rubbing too lightly over the wet spot he was so fixated on earlier. His focus was split between nibbling on your breasts and pushing your underwear to the side, too impatient to take it off completely.

Deciding on which of your body parts to ravish, Hyunjin caught your nipple between his teeth and gave it a hard pull before flattening his tongue against it soothingly. Still, his fingers didn’t stop toying with your underwear, alternating between pulling it and sliding between your folds. You couldn’t help your back arching into his touch, entirely too caught up in the feeling of him to realize he was pulling your underwear down.

He would never tell you this, but he had a thing for panties. After seeing your pretty little pink ones soaked in your arousal, smelling like you, he couldn’t help but toss it towards his hamper in the closet, hopefully disappearing from your vision so you’d forget about it. Never in his right mind did he expect to steal a pair of yours, let alone ones that were filthy with your essence and freshly stripped from your body. That was another fantasy for later.

One last bite to your chest, Hyunjin kissed his way further down to meet your cunt at eye level. It was sopping wet, waiting to be devoured. Self restraint gone, he threw your legs over his shoulders and dove in, licking a fat stripe up your center. Another loud moan ripped from you, encouraging him to grab hold of the tops of your thighs and sit up so that you were practically folded in half.

He didn’t stop his attack on your cunt, sucking and licking and occasionally nipping at your clit. The immense pleasure forced your eyes shut, mouth dropping into an ‘O’ shape and crying out for him, “shit, angel. Just like that– fuck,” you got particularly loud when he dipped his tongue into your entrance, rubbing his nose against the swollen bud. Hearing you out of breath and loud for him, Hyunjin felt his cock throbbing again. He couldn’t help himself anymore, he wasn’t sure when he found the time to free himself of his soiled underwear. A few more licks at your cunt and he pulled away, despite your whining.

He stood fully onto his knees then fell back onto his heels, adjusting you so your ass rested on his thighs and he could still fully see your soaking cunt. Holding onto your thigh with one hand, he used the other to line himself up with your pussy. He pushed in with almost no resistance, still, the warmth of your heat wrapping around his cock was sinfully delicious. You weren’t immune to the pleasure, the split had your eyes rolling back as he bottomed out and let you adjust to his size. It took all the effort he had left not to buck into you before you were ready, but the clench of your pussy made it incredibly difficult. “Move baby,” you called out, voice broken and forehead sheer with sweat.

Starting off with slow rocks, Hyunjin pushed down the bubbling feeling in his lower stomach, opting to move one of his large hands to thumb your clit while simultaneously pushing below your gut to distract himself. This made your brain go fuzzy with pleasure, curling your toes at the feeling of every vein of his cock. Though it didn’t take Hyunjin long to get lost in the warmth you surrounded him in, thumb stuttering to a stop and palm digging into your lower stomach even more. He felt around for himself in your gut, feeling the tip of his cock inside of you with every thrust. It made your body feel as though thousands of volts of electricity hit every one of your nerve endings whenever he hit your sweet spot. It was like he was playing with it, judging by the way he kneaded the skin on the surface.

There was no stopping the way he hammered into you, using you to get himself off for a second time. You loved every moment of it. He was finally putting himself first, granted you gave him the power to do it. You loved making him feel as though he was in control when in reality, he was the gun and you were the bullets.

Your body went weak under him, letting him hold you up by the hips as he guided you back and forth on his cock at a bone breaking pace. The spasming of your walls were getting stronger, becoming more frequent as Hyunjin found your clit again and started drawing figure eights into it. His eyes went back and forth between your boobs bouncing and where your bodies connected, settling to see the ring of cream that formed at the base of his dick. Needing something to hold on to, you reached for his hand that was doing its best to hold your hips in the air.

You were oh so close to your climax, Hyunjin could feel it as well. His hips began to get messy with its thrusts, resorting to short and hard ones that repeatedly hit your g-spot. That combined with the stimulation on your clit, you were on the absolute brink. “Give it to me. Let me feel you,” Hyunjin moaned out. His words were all it took for the pleasure to overfill your body, tipping you into a toe curling wave of ecstasy and releasing a cry from your gut. He felt your pussy flutter rapidly around his cock, but it was the way your back arched and your hand, so tiny compared to his, reached out to grab and intertwine with his fingers that shoved him into his second high. Your pussy milked him for all he had left, tightening the hold on your hand and dropping your hips to hunch over you, shuddering in pleasure.

Hyunjin’s head rested between the valley of your breasts, needing to compose himself. You didn’t rush him, pulling him closer by dragging your nails lightly along his scalp. He didn’t want to move, too in love with the feeling of your skin on his and the comfort of his softening cock still inside of you. But the overwhelming need to pee flushed over you, having to break his post-nut tranquility early by gently tapping the top of his head. He– reluctantly– let you go, pulling out and watching the way his cum slowly dripped down your abused cunt. You laughed at the way his eyes were solely trained on the fluid leaking out of you. In a way, it was endearing, strangely so. Still, you needed to get up. In order to not leak onto the bed, Hyunjin scooped what he could with his fingers. The response was automatic, you opened your mouth for him to let you lick his cum from his digits, swallowing. The sight almost had the blood rushing to his cock, but the lack of strength left in his body prohibited it.

You were quick to use the bathroom, wiping away anything left over and flushing the toilet. When you returned to the bedroom, Hyunjin had a large shirt laid over the mattress, presumably for you seeing as he was already beneath the sheets. Although he was on his back not facing you, he heard your footsteps and held open his arms for you to join him.

That same feeling from before coursed through you, domesticity. His bed felt like home as you wiggled your way beside him. Long arms encompassed you, the stress of the day finally catching up. You let out a deep, content sigh, listening to the sound of Hyunjin’s heartbeat.

He couldn’t tell for sure if you’d fallen asleep yet, but he thought if he didn’t act now, he wasn’t sure when he’d have the courage to say it again. “I love you,” he said. You’d heard it, clear as day and felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. You didn’t respond, shutting your eyes and hoping to wake in the morning with a mind that wasn’t racing a million miles and hour.

A/N: im so excited for this one!! I wrote this faster than I wrote the first two parts cus of the love F&MU got, it really motivated me to get this done before my trip. That being said I'm not sure how much time I'll have for writing while I'm gone, hopefully I can get some of part 4 done. I'm still deciding who I want to do hehehehe I have a few ideas.

As usual, feedback is always appreciated whether it be constructive, random thoughts, or just wanted to talk about the plot!!

-momo < 3

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arminsumi · 2 years

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I’m back with another request! May I request a Eren x Fem!Reader fluff with slight smut oneshot where Eren woke up in the middle of the night noticing Y/N not at his side until he heard guitar playing outside the room before wrapping a blanket to cover his naked body and finds Y/N playing Ecstasy by Crooked Still on her guitar in the living room. As Eren settle on the seat across from Y/N, he began to softly sing to the lyrics as he listens to the tunes. After Y/N finished playing (part 1/2)

Hey sunflower person! (￣▽￣)ノGood to see you again.

Middle of the night

MDNI

Oneshot / E. Jaeger

Cws; fluff, oft/vanilla dirty talk + praise, implied romantic relationship, Eren refers to you as baby, sleepy sex

♫ Ecstasy

A tranquil night engulfed the city of Paradis. Tranquil, yes, but also cold. That cold seeped in through the windowpanes, reaching Eren and pulling him out of his murky dreams.

He turned on his side to wrap his arm around you, but then noticed the left side of the bed was vacant.

Remnants of his dreams lurked in his jade irises, and they were dispersed by the grounding notes of a melody reaching his ears. Soft plucks of a guitar in the distance brought his full attention to reality.

He draped the bed's silk throw blanket around his bare body and rose from the cold sheets to follow the dulcet tones coming from the living room.

As Eren ambled to the living room archway, he smiled a little to himself.

"Oh, had I wings I would fly away..." He heard you singing in a murmur.

Eren caught you sprawled lazily on the couch, angelic fingers tapping at your worn-out guitar. He almost didn't want to disturb you because you looked and sounded so untouchably ethereal under the moonlight.

He headed to your dwelling on the couch, the silk blanket loosely clinging to his frame and spilling off his shoulders so that his prominent collarbone revealed itself.

Without words, he sat opposite you and listened to the serene melody that you sung with.

Your harmonic plucking of guitar strings paired with your otherworldly voice caused the lull of traffic outside the apartment to seem dreamy.

Usually it was that traffic that Eren would stir awake to, but on some nights he was stirred by you playing this melody.

The angelic moonlight streamed in through the open balcony door, a slight breeze carrying your melodies. Then the breeze was met with another voice to carry as Eren softly hummed and sung along.

Eren never sang, but in the middle of the night, when his baby strummed his favorite song, he began singing without even realizing.

The breeze carried your voices until your fingers tapped the final chords of the song. Eren's eyes fluttered shut as he got lost in all the feelings you induced in him.

You'd been watching the silk blanket slowly slip off Eren as he got too lost in singing with you to bother keeping it around him.

The moonlight hit him perfectly; all the delicious dips and curves of his physique were emphasized, giving him that Greek God-like look that made you blush.

Eren noticed you stopped strumming and opened his eyes to look admiringly at you. It was incredible how in that light he could look both devilishly handsome and angelically pretty at the same time.

He broke the silence with his smooth rumbling voice.

"You know it gets cold in bed without you, baby." He complained.

You looked at him with tired eyes, "Sorry... I couldn't sleep." You said, and put the guitar down so that it rested against the couch.

"Again?" He asked.

"Yeah." You shrugged.

Eren looked you over adoringly; he'd never admit it, but right then his thoughts about you were failing to be pure. You looked too sweet in that little gown you always wore.

He sighed, "Come here." He commanded softly.

Without a thought, you happily crawled onto his lap and laced your arms around his strong shoulders.

Eren stole a languid kiss from your lips, immediately getting high off the love he found on them.

You kissed back sweetly, but each contact of your rosy heavens sent a rush of tender sensuality through his body as you held him closer.

His scent filled your lungs, as did yours.

The longer you plucked saccharine kisses from his lips, the more apparent his hardening length became against your gown.

"Hey..." You giggled teasingly against his lips.

He licked at your open mouth, "What?"

"I can feel that, you know..." You said.

"Oh yeah?" He murmured against your lips, "Then why don't you help me out with it?"

You looked down into his eyes. The moon illumined the lust swirling in his irises.

"Fine." You feathered against him with a slight smile.

He smirked a bit, then let his hands wander to your waist so he could hold onto it firmly. His hands were always warm, like he was your personal heater. But, well... something else was warmer than that. And it poked against your inner thigh as you repositioned yourself on his lap.

He tucked your hair behind your ear, then placed a tingling kiss by your sweetest spot, trailing smoothly down your neck until he got you dissolving under his lips.

"Eren..." You whined with need, placing both hands on his bare chest.

"Hm?" He hummed, the depth of his voice getting your body hotter than his tame caresses.

"... 'need you." You mumbled a bit shyly onto him.

He placed another kiss on your skin, letting his hot lips hover over the sweet wet mark.

"Need what?" He teased.

You huffed annoyedly. He just wanted to hear you say it, that's all, but to you it was a great feat because of your elevated shyness.

"Need what, huh baby?" He cooed softly against your skin, letting his fingers daringly drift closer to the hem of your gown.

You subconsciously rolled your hips into his warm lap. Eren inhaled deeply, a moan caught up in his chest.

"I need you." You said, and he faintly smiled against your skin when you said it.

His big hands cupped under the plush of your thigh, nearing the curve of your ass

You didn't need to say anything more after that, Eren knew exactly how to handle your body. He was a bit impatient to feel your warmth, but he kept a slow pace just for you. That is, until you pawed at his chest and asked him to just fuck you already.

"Come here, baby." He cooed, and you repositioned yourself on his lap excitedly.

He slipped in and out of you sweetly, earning a few whimsical moans from your chest. That was another one of his favorite melodies.

Eren's warm hands kept you anchored safely on his lap while he sunk himself deeper inside, slowly filling you up to the brim. It was like your bodies were puzzle pieces perfectly falling into place.

"Mmh..." You whined into the crook of his neck. Everything felt soothingly warm, you could almost sleep like this.

When you tried to move your hips up and down, Eren hushed you and took over.

"Let me take care of you." He murmured into your ear, then kissed your sweet spot there again.

His scent swirled deep in your lungs as he began thrusting in and out of you deliciously, the moonlight spilling in brightly and illuminating your sensual act.

Eren always knew the right pace to go, and how deep to hit and what spots to graze against... but it's the tempo of his hips tonight seemed especially methodical, like he was trying to lull you into a sensual slumber.

You could feel his body heating up excitedly, then sweat daring to prick his chest as you rubbed up against him harder.

His momentum sent a flood of soothing pleasure over you, completely quieting whatever had rendered you incapable of sleeping earlier.

You let out your tell-tale whimpers as you approached your high. Eren held you ever closer, making sure you'd feel safe and relaxed the whole ride through. He was having a hard time containing his urge to go faster and harder.

He brought you closer and closer, tip nudging that sweet spot somewhere in the middle with each thrust back in.

"Eren... 'm gonna cum." You whined sleepily; you kept your arms locked around him while he sent pleasure all over your hot body.

"Yeah, baby, let it out," He cooed into your ear, speeding up his pace just right as you approached your high, "That's it — yeah — "

He moaned like an alluring devil into your ear, holding you safely in his embrace while you felt the tide of your pleasurable high washing over your whole body.

It could have been his scent, his voice, the rocking of his hips or maybe everything together, but you felt so relaxed as you came down from this particular high that you fell soundly asleep by the crook of Eren's neck.

He smiled a little to himself, breathing heavily after his own delightful high washing over him. He admired the slight patter of your heartbeat against his sweaty chest.

"Y/n?" He called out softly, but you were sleeping like a baby.

Eren smiled a little to himself. He placed a tender kiss to your forehead, mumbling something about 'love' and 'you' through sleepy syllables. Then he carefully rose from the couch, never letting you out of his strong embrace, and carried you to the bed with his softening length still snugly inside you.

The silk blanket remained on the couch.

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94blazed · 1 year

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GHOST

Pairing: KTH x reader

WC: 1.7k

Genre: smut, crack

Rating: M (minors dni)

Warnings: dom tae, blood, rough sex, cøck warming, overstimulation, non consensual, alcohol consumption, murders, praise kink. •pls lmk if i missed any :)

Summary: with killings going around in your town. taehyung invited you to a halloween party jk was hosting at a abandoned asylum but only to find out your bf was nowhere to be seen..

A/N: ghostface inspired. based on singularity taehyung

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Ringing and dialing again leaves you with no answer. Giving up you head upstairs to your room, undoing your covers and plopping into the sheets.

Opening your photos you come across a couple of flyers you took of halloween parties to attend. While reading the information you jump at the sound of knocks on your window. Looking over to see taehyung being the one responsible. Walking over you lift up the latch to let him in.

“I’ve been calling you all night. why didn’t you pick up?” “my phone died, see” furrowing your eyebrows you dropped the topic. “Hey there’s a halloween party kook is hosting- its at that one abandoned asylum by 67th street, it’s tomorrow if you’re down to hit the place” “you read my mind. i was actually looking at some rn” smiling at your response he leans in latching onto your lips taking a bite of your lower lip. Gasping you bite back returning the favor only for it to come back as a pin to the bed. You look up to see taehyung staring into you with hungry eyes… “what” “i can’t look at my gf now?” “i never said that” rolling your eyes. Tae lifts himself off of you and onto his feet, walking over to the window and throwing his leg over the ledge. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” he smirks. and with that he’s gone.

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NEXT DAY - 10:34 PM

Scrolling on twitter you come across a few trending posts about the killings in your town. giving it a few thoughts now you’ve been having mixed feelings about going out tonight.. having the worst case scenarios play in your head… With a horn snapping you out your thoughts, that was your queue to pick up your backpack and run outside to meet jimin. “Sorry i was a little late but the later the better” you let out a laugh plopping into the passenger seat.

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Hearing the bass boosted music lets you know you’re here. stepping out you see people packing the front entrance, to the side you see the party host himself. “Hey y/n i’m so glad you made it, jimin wth are you supposed to be a carebear?” you let out a laugh. “You think you’re so fucken funny- no! i’m a power ranger stupid. where in the hell did you get carebear from” “I was just fucking with you, but the rest of the guys are inside. help yourselves out with the drinks” he says throwing a wink.

“He gets me so irritated sometimes” jimin lets out “he was only joking chim, but then again carebears are cute so” “exactly.” Making your way into the entrance you set your goal to find taehyung.

Instead of tae you come across the rest of the boys, coming up to them you make your usual greetings and ask if any of them have heard from taehyung. “He was gonna ride with me but he said he was going solo” joon shrugs. “He said he had to help his dad out with something, i’m pretty sure that’s why he stayed back” yoongi announces. Nodding you walk over to one of the medicine cabinets that was in the room to slip in your backpack. Turning around you see hobi taking a few shots of patron with some girls. Walking up beside him you take one in your hand and down it. Feeling the burning sensation rundown your throat helped you get the motivation for a few more.

With now all the boys coming around doing jell-o shots, jager bombs, melon balls, etc.. had you living. With the amount of alcohol in your system you were burning up wanting a bit of fresh air you start wandering around the abandoned building. Losing the flashing lights you walk upstairs to a room that looks like it could’ve been where they used to strap down the patients. A stretcher in the corner, scattered papers on the ground, blood stained tiles and a few broken windows.

Bringing your head out the window you feel the cool breeze hit your face, loving the way it brings down your body’s temperature. Looking down you see that the party reaches even outside. “Jungkook really knows how to throw down a party”

Turning around to head back. your back had met with the wall behind you. “Wtf” looking up you see someone hovering over you with a ghost like mask. Trying to scream the stranger slaps his hand over your mouth turning you front first against the window ledge. “Dont be so loud, you see all those people? you’ll get us caught.”

Obeying you stayed quiet “good girl” pressing his lower half against yours had you feeling his erection. “Has anyone told you how good you look in that outfit you chose tonight” “yeah, but it would’ve been better if it was my bf instead” “and where is this so called bf” “didn’t end up coming..” silence from the both of you surfaced.

“What an asshole. you deserve better babe” dragging his finger along your jawline. “yeah? then show me” “take off the shirt then” surprised at the command you did as what you were told. dropping the material on the ground.

Dragging his hands over your skin to cup your clothed breasts “now your bottoms princess” you follow up tugging on the fabric of your shorts, you start pulling them downwards while slowly backing up against his erection. Hearing a low groan you knew exactly what he wanted. Dropping his hands he goes to cup your bare ass in his own hands giving them a squeeze. “Did your bf know how to handle this” feeling petty you answered “yeah. he sure did” “mmm” he finished. Feeling your right cheek lose warmth you feel his hand traveling to your lower region and slipping past the band of your panties..

Slipping out a moan- made you want to slap yourself mentally who knew you’d be this turned on from a man in a mask..“you’re fucken leaking holy shit”. With that he continued to place his thumb on your clit and plunge the rest into your hole with no given warning. “Ahh” you let out “shhh- you’re going to get us caught. i mean do you want to be the center of attention. the hot topic of this fucking week” public humiliation is one thing but wanting to get caught is another and if you’re being quite honest you have quite a turn on for the second option.

“Then hurry up and fuck me” earning yourself a low moan from the man behind you. “I was just getting there babe” with that he’s ripping off your panties, the cold breeze hitting your arousal had you aching. Hand on your back pushing down along the ledge, feeling the pieces of glass scraping along your belly. Hearing the sounds of spitting you turn around to see him pumping himself- you were more focused on the fact he had the same birth mark as taehyung… you just might’ve found him.

Turning back around you prepared yourself with a thrust, gasping your whole lungs out at the feeling. Bottoming out he lets out a soft moan. Staying there for the adjustment he soon starts to pull back- hips slamming right back against the plush of your ass. The alcohol was not helping with how hot it was starting to get, “shit- you’re fucken squeezing me.” You’re practically arching over the window from the way hes dragging his dick out. “fuck go faster tae” even with him still being stuck in euphoria he didn’t miss the last part. so he asked you to repeat yourself one more time. “say. it. again” whining you continued “i said go faster taehyung”

With that he took off his mask not taking the heat anymore- hair sticking to his forehead he proceeded “how’d you know it was me?” smirking you say “cus no one fucks me better like you” that was one way to pick up the pace. Moaning audibly at the way taehyung plunged right at your gspot. "Holy shit" your body instinctively leaned forward scrapping the remaining paint from the windows border, giving taehyung the opportunity to go deeper.

Clenching down on tae gives you a hiss of satisfaction. “Drunk on this pussy omg. i just cant get enough” taehyung knows how crazy you go for praises and that just sped up the process within your orgasm. “Taehyung- fuck im gonna come” in a swift move he places his hand around your throat pulling you up against him. receiving a kitty lick on your earlobe before he speaks. “Don’t cum until i say so” whimpering at his response you obey. He felt the way your walls tightened around him, letting him know you were about to come down. So he picked up his pace practically ramming you against the wall- losing feeling in your legs you were ready to give out until “shit- now y/n” your band snapping- both receiving a flash of ecstasy. warm fluids dripping down along your thighs. He yet hadn’t removed himself from inside you only to rest his head along your back. Inhaling deeply, until you both caught back up with your regular breathing pace. Feeling the emptiness of him slipping out of you. he then helped you out on putting your clothes back on. he even ripped those favorite pair of panties you owned.

Making your way downstairs with the help of taehyung, meeting up with the rest of the group leaning into your ear he asked “so how’d you really know it was me?” looking up you smile- “i saw your birthmark.” He mentally cursed at himself but made an 'O’ shape to the given answer. putting on a fake smile he excuses himself to find the bathroom.

TAE POV

Damping a towel into the toilet water, he brings it to glide across the bloody knife in his hand. giving it a good clean for any evidence left behind. Getting up from his crouching position he gives a light kick to the victim on the floor for any signs of life. “What an idiot” he smirks. turning to make his way through the dark hallway. leaving the poor man to be swallowed up by the darkness.

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A/N: thank you sm for reading! I'm hoping I fit to your expectations :,) feedback is much appreciated, either way you guys reading my story is all I need <3 thank you again!

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After a Crown for a Ring

This is the somewhat unhinged romcom order for myself based on my 'menu' for my Shake Date 500+follower event. Without the smut, I... I cannot write and post that and still come online ever again at this point in time (social anxiety for the win!), so ya'll just get the ridiculous build up.

That and I realized I had written over 2K just building up to smut. Why am I like this for this man???

So here.

Order: strawberry cake, gummy candy, sprinkles. Add in pink schnapps, jager bomb, white Russian, hot damn, and brain hemorrhage with a coffee and strawberry mochi.

Warnings: Yandere, technically kidnapping, and intended imprisonment until marriage agreement.

Thatch X Nikia (OC)

What can I say, he's a real romantic at heart.

word count: 2,490

The kingdom was burning.

Okay, so only some of the kingdom was burning. It was still a problem and there wasn’t much to be done at this point.

Nikia sighed, anxiously wringing her hands as she looked out over the balcony. She was trained for peacetime, not war. The weight of lives on her shoulders a distinctly uncomfortable one. So, she ordered her people to evacuate well before the enemy line made it to the capital city. Some stayed, too stubborn or loyal to go, but the rest fled quickly.

In theory, this is where her fiancé would shine. As a well decorated war general, this would have been his moment. He likely could have managed this whole mess swiftly and gotten a treaty signed. But he’d gone at the first sign of war to handle things and… he never came back.

Nikia shifted on her feet, wings fluttering behind her restlessly.

She liked Henrick well enough. Kind and deferential to her title without being a kiss ass. Older but not so old she worried he’d pass well before she ever would. They’d been arranged to marry next spring by her late parents but that clearly wasn’t going to happen now. And her envoys for peace went unheeded for reasons beyond her understanding. Spies, perhaps. Or perhaps just a lack of interest in peace. It was possible.

The rival kingdom was quite fond of conquering, so it was possible that this was inevitable.

And as queen she had to greet them.

There was a rattle of armor behind her as her personal guard, Minos, entered the room.

“Your majesty, they’ve made it to the pavilion.” She sighed, fussing with her skirts.

“Then I shall meet them in the entrance.” She declared, turning to walk swiftly through the halls, Minos glancing from under his helmet, hand on his blade.

“It’s not too late to run, your majesty.” He reminded her softly. She paused before the stairs, smiling softly.

“And go where? I can hardly pass as an unfortunate peasant.” Nikia sighed, extending her wings. It was something all royal family members had and became incredibly symbolic over the years, much to her frustration. “Besides, I have to try for peace one last time before the entire kingdom is razed. You heard what happened to Marineford.” She moved on, not looking at the portraits of her ancestors along the walls and artwork gifted to her family over the years. Marineford had, somehow, gotten hold of a prince and tried to execute him. It did not end well.

“Well, you haven’t acted against them before. And neither did your family! Perhaps this is just a show of force?” He asked, lengthening his stride to keep up.

“Well, they’ve certainly shown it!” Nikia grumbled. “The staff are safe?”

“No one wanted to leave.” He informed her.

Nikia stopped at the bottom of the stairs and sighed.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have spent her youth running around the kitchens.

She looked out across the hall where guards stood at the ready. Men she knew. Had watched train over the years in the courtyard. Personally knighting several when they’d become skilled enough to warrant the lofty title.

The sound of battle was faint but echoed over the empty hall. White marble draped in silk livery. The door was closed. But it wouldn’t be for long.

“Open the door and leave.” Nikia commanded clearly, though she knew only one part of her order would be followed. They hesitated, the two closest to the door looking back at her as she approached. Her dress trailing across the carpet. “We were never going to win this battle… so let’s get this over with.” Nikia stated, taking a sword from a kneeling servant. It was a mostly ceremonial blade, the one she had knighted several of those present with, in fact. Gemstones embedded in the blade and pommel, a flawless silver with golden leaves across the centerline. It could still cut, but was not meant to.

A bit ironic, really.

Pretty but useless.

The doors opened up, the sound of fighting pouring in as she saw the fight come to a screeching halt. All eyes on her as she tipped up her chin and walked to the top of the stairs.

She flared out her wings purposefully, letting them stretch out in the open air as she looked across the foreign soldiers. They seemed shocked. Perhaps they thought the ‘angelic royalty’ thing was a hoax. While she certainly wasn’t an angel, the imagery of her family line was no joke.

Now with their full attention she swallowed hard, gripping the sword.

“Congratulations. You’ve made a mess. Who am I meant to address?” She asked clearly, her voice ringing out.

A man stepped forward with a wide grin, wearing remarkably light armor and two blades in his hands. Amber red hair pulled back out of his face with a black goatee.

“That would be me, your majesty. Prince Thatch, captain of the eleventh division.” He dipped his head in deference but his eyes remained bold and amused.

“Well, since your kingdom insisted on dramatics—here!” Nikia called out, tossing the priceless blade down the stairs to his feet where it clattered with a chiming ring. He looked startled. “What? Did you expect me to fight you? What good would that do with an army still left behind? I’ve sent envoys for peace many times. We are not a country built for war, as you may have noticed while razing the countryside.” Nikia chided while walking towards him.

“Just like that?” Annoyance seeped into her.

“That desperate for a fight, are you? What, nothing to do back home, Prince Thatch?” Nikia hissed, flinging out her arms. “Besides, it would be a poor match. My weapon of choice is a bow.”

Though she had been tempted to shoot him from the sky.

He grinned, relaxing his stance and sheathing his blades as she approached closer.

“I think I would have liked to see that.” He mused, looking over her.

Her crown still in place over her curls, dark blue hair cut around her chin and braids of soft teal over her shoulders. Her dress trimmed close to her chest in silver silk lined with blue, trailing down her arms in wide sleeves. It wasn’t her most extravagant dress. But it was one she could run in, if need be.

“Too bad… so what now? Will you charge through my castle still or execute me first?” She asked, looking up at him. His expression softened.

“Now, why would I be so wasteful?” He asked, delicately picking up a thin braid and bringing it to his lips with a smile.

Nikia… wasn’t sure what to do with that. If they wanted peace, there were easier ways before this point. Hell, after the first battle where her fiancé was slain, marriage was suddenly a very easy and open option if they wanted.

“…Because you clearly didn’t want to sign a treaty?” She said in confusion. “And you clearly didn’t come here to talk.” She waved towards the still eerily quiet battlefield.

He laughed.

“Hah! I suppose that would be a little confusing on your part, wouldn’t it?” Thatch said before frowning thoughtfully. “I’m here for one thing. Where’s your king? Is he such a poor husband he makes his wife face an army to surrender?”

Nikia frowned.

“Uh…” Despite her many lessons, she couldn’t help the graceless sound that slipped from her lips. “… There isn’t one?”

Now Thatch looked confused.

“What?”

“What?” she parroted, shrugging her shoulders. “There isn’t one? There is no king? No consort either, before you ask… it’s just me? Who are you looking for—are you lost?!?” Nikia demanded, utterly baffled.

“You-You’re married.” Thatch said, looking down and grabbing her hand only to find it bare of any ring.

“No? I’m not?” Nikia insisted. “I mean, I would be… next spring. What the hell does it matter, why are you here?!”

“Fiancé then. Where is he.” Thatch looked around with narrowed eyes, like her fiancé would spring up from the shadows.

“Dead! In this stupid fucking war!” Nikia screeched, yanking back her hand. “What! Do you! Want here!”

“Then how are you queen?”

“Because my parents were king and queen?! And died—thanks for the reminder, ass.” Nikia hissed.

Thatch looked shocked before grinning.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Nikia considered storming to her rooms and shooting him with a bow. She’d definitely be executed then but it would be worth it.

“Well, I’m here for you.” His tone shifted to something dark and she couldn’t help but shudder.

“Well… I’m right here? What do you want?!” Nikia stammered, taking a step back. Thatch grabbed her waist and pulled her in close, the familiar cries of alarm ringing behind her falling silent swiftly.

“My homeland makes allies in many ways. Usually treaties and exchanges. Sometimes even marriage.” Thatch informed her softly.

“That is… how most make allies, yes? Y-You’re freaking me out, what the fuck is your point?” Nikia questioned equally quiet.

“It’s seems there’s been a… misunderstanding. I’d been informed you were already married.” Thatch chimed in helpfully. “So, obviously, your husband had to go. And I couldn’t do that if we had a treaty.”

It took a moment. Nikia willing admitted it took a moment to understand what Thatch was saying.

Her face flushed.

“Y-You started a war to marry me?! No!” Nikia said, utterly horrified. “Absolutely not!”

“I gotta say, this is much easier!” Thatch chuckled, and in a move too fast to process, picked her up into his arms. Her wings flailed in alarm but it didn’t phase him in the slightest. “Fights over, boys!” There was a round of cheers and wolf whistles.

Apparently, it was only her side that was unaware of Thatch’s true intentions.

“Put our queen down!” Minos declared, drawing his blade. Thatch shifted his stance, still walking up the stairs with her on one arm, reaching for his own blade.

“No! You are not fighting this madman! Put me down, damnit!” Nikia screeched. A young man without a shirt clambered up the stairs and surprised her guard, the two engaging in a short fight before a column of fire erupted and left only one standing. And it was not her guard. Minos was, thankfully, still breathing.

The young man winked cheekily at her and Thatch before darting into the castle.

“No can do. Where’s your scribe, we need to square away the details.” Thatch commented breezily with a laugh. “Where are you going, Ace?!”

“I’m going to find the kitchen!” the young man declared over his shoulder.

“What details!?” Nikia asked, squirming to no avail.

“Our marriage, of course.”

“We are not getting married!” Thatch came to a halt at the top of the stairs, looking up at her smugly. Her guards were subdued on the ground, though thankfully not dead.

“Then I guess this is an armed occupation until we do. Where are your chambers?” He asked. Upon seeing her flustered but speechless, he looked towards a maid. “You there, miss? Would you kindly show me where the queen sleeps?”

“Why do you need to know that?!” Nikia hissed.

“I’m not locking my wife in the dungeons!” Thatch shot back, utterly offended.

“I am not your wife!”

The poor maid looked horrified and confused.

Thatch pouted at her.

“Then I suppose we’ll do it right here.” Thatch declared.

“Do what?” he grinned, reaching up to hook his fingers in the collar of her dress. Her eyes widened as her face grew hot. “No.”

“Yes.” He smirked and she couldn’t say for certain he was joking.

Nikia looked at the poor maid, utterly flustered herself.

“Show him.” The maid hurried, clearly understanding the innuendo before she had. “What the hell is wrong with you—we’ve never even met!—we haven’t met, have we?” She asked in horror as he effortless carried her up the stairs after the maid.

“No, but you have a lovely portrait.”

Okay, so he’s absolutely fucking mad.

“They’re paid to make me look good, what the hell is wrong with you?” Nikia asked, feeling a tad overwhelmed.

Her kingdom was invaded because a prince thought she was pretty?!

“Easiest money of that painter’s life. You’re already a work of art—thank you, you’re excused now.” Thatch said, stepping into her personal chambers as the maid nodded and fled.

He looked around in satisfaction and curiosity. Clearly eager to snoop around.

“Are you going to put me down, now?” Nikia asked blandly, feeling a tad resigned to the situation.

“You fit in my arms so well, though.” He pouted. “I suppose I should do it anyway.” Thatch sighed dramatically before setting her on her bed. He kneeled, looking up at her with a bright smile as she grimaced.

“…what now?” She asked softly.

Thatch reached up and pushed back her hair, settling his palm over her cheek.

“You agree to marry me.” Thatch smiled. “Until then, you don’t leave these rooms. Can’t have you running off. Or flying away for that matter.” Thatch looked at the balcony with a frown.

“You want to be king that badly?” Nikia asked. “You could always just oust me. It’s not that hard. Execution or banishment usually does the trick. Not that I want to die but… I just don’t get why you’re doing this.”

He hummed, looking back at her with a chastising expression.

“I don’t care about being king. Just your king.” He corrected her.

Nikia scowled.

“Then why do I need to agree to marriage? You’ve effectively conquered my kingdom already. I’d hardly be the first queen married without being asked. I didn’t even ask to marry Henrick. That was arranged.” She couldn’t help but point out. Upon his horrified look she rolled her eyes. “I’m queen, Thatch. My duty is to my people first. And for a secure kingdom, you must be married. I thought you were a prince and would know that.”

Thatch frowned, cupping her face in both hands as he rested his forehead against hers, staring deeply into her eyes.

“That’s not how it works where I’m from. I want you to want me. As much as I want you.” Thatch kissed her lips softly before standing up. “Even if it takes a little convincing. Get some rest. It’s been a long day, my queen.”

Thatch walked to the balcony doors and pressed his hand over them, mumbling a spell under his breath. Lights and symbols danced over the glass, forming a perfect circle over the handles. Locked now with magic. He grinned, pleased with his work, and headed to the door, bowing as he exited with a pleased smirk.

Familiar magic swirling over the wood as that, too, was locked. That wasn’t the only exit of course but, with her castle occupied, she could hardly escape regardless.

Just as trapped as she was this morning. Though infinitely more confused.

#one piece #shake date #thatch one piece #thatch x oc #imma curl up and die now this prompt was so good #yes i did decide with a random number generator #well i cheated a little #it wanted coworkers but in a royal au that would #they would #ya'll they'd be cousins and I can't do that #i wasn't writing my SI/OC dating a close relative #so i rolled again and it went for enemies to lovers and I could HANDLE THAT

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