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biggest-stupidhead · 2 years

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Dancing With the Devil

AN: Thank you to everyone who is sticking with me through this bout of inactivity! I felt inspired to write this on a whim and I plan on having multiple parts if it is successful <3

Summary: New to the city you scramble to find a friend group, you find yourself neck deep in the punk rock scene. A well known band that plays at a dive bar catches your interest, now all you have to do is pick one of the members...

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, make out sesh ;), allusions to sex at the end.

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The humid air seeped into your poorly conditioned apartment, you had fans pointed at you from every angle. It was much too hot to go out during the day, so you had mostly slept your way through your short weekend before classes. Your roommate, your complete opposite had been out all morning. She had a strict routine and an avid social life unlike you. The city was cruel to newcomers, it felt as though everyone was already in their set groups with no room for you. Your roommate was not the kindest, and you couldn’t picture yourself with her friends.

They wore band tees and thick silver jewlery, they had countless piercings and shaggy hair cuts. You were much too average for them, too introverted and comfortable with yourself. The drone of the traffic stories below had slowly thinned out through the day, and you could hear Annie in her room listening to music. Her friends were over, a pair of lesbians in the scene, strangely enough one of them, was more average than her punk girlfriend.

Her name is Historia, she has long blonde hair and dresses in a femme style while Ymir, her girlfriend dresses masculine and punk. Historia had been more friendly to you than your roommate, although Annie wasn’t a complete bitch, she just wasn’t very extroverted. You couldn’t fault her for it, and you often thought that if you took the initiative then maybe you could be closer. The distant sound of Annie’s door opening and closing softly told you that Historia was coming to check in on you. She knocked on your door softly and you cleared your throat.

“Come in Historia.” You rolled away from the fan on your nightstand, pulling up the straps on your tank top. The door creaked open and she poked her blonde head inside.

“We’re going out to the bars, wanna come? Our friend Mikasa is playing tonight.” She smiled almost hopefully at you and you actually paused to consider. You were feeling bored, and admittedly a bit pitiful so you shrugged.

“Sure, what should I wear?” Historia clapped her hands excitedly and entered your room, quickly flipping through the small closet with your clothes. She began tossing possible outfits on your lap as you watched her, a warmth filling your chest. You missed this, having friends and getting ready for a night out with them. Even though you knew it wasn’t going to be your scene, the prospect of getting out of your stuffy room was enough cause for excitement.

“Is this ok? I think it’s adorable.” Historia gushed as she held up a tank top with a pair of faded black ripped mom jeans. You shrugged and stood up stripping out of your clothes to try on the outfit.

“Maybe a belt?” Historia said as you buttoned the jeans. You nodded in agreement and pointed towards a black studded belt hanging in your closet.

“You’ll fit right in.” She assured you as you smoothed your hands over your stomach.

“I don’t know about that.” You mumbled as you threaded the belt through the belt loops. You set about doing your makeup but Historia grabbed your wrist.

“Let me!” She insisted and you laughed, feeling like you were back in high school, the nostalgia felt odd as you were so far from home and the friends that used to do these things with you.

You sat down in front of Historia on your bed as she began rummaging through your makeup bag.

“Have you lived here long?” You asked, making polite conversation as she began dabbing foundation on your sticky skin.

“Eh about three years, I moved here when I turned eighteen and met Ymir. Haven’t left since.” She smiled fondly as she smoothed out your brows with a brow brush.

“That’s so sweet.” You mumbled as she gently tilted your head from side to side, trying to decide what to do with you.

“You’re here for school right?” She hummed as she swiped mascara onto your lashes.

“Mhm, transferred for my last two years of grad school.” You confirmed as she painted your lips with a soft red lipstick.

“How exciting, you like to drink right?” She gave you a mischievous smirk and you felt your stomach twist anxiously.

“I dabble occasionally.” You weren’t big on parties but you appreciated a stiff drink after finals or at birthday dinners.

“We’ll change that tonight, The Ministry has the best prices.” Historia was clearly excited and you only hoped that the others would welcome you so warmly.

“That’s an interesting name.” You mumbled as she reached for her phone to show you the finished product.

“It’s edgy no?” She grinned as you angled her phone to inspect her work. Your eyelids were dark with eyeshadow and eyeliner, glitter was sprinkled across them for good measure. The rest of the look was very natural and simple, you had never really gotten into makeup and you hardly recognized yourself with the dark look.

“Very edgy” You mumble as you hand her back her phone, unsure if she was talking about the name of the bar or your make up, but it worked either way.

“Well we better go or else we’ll miss them!” She patted your arm and the two of you left the room, fans still droning in the background. For a moment you missed your bed, the comfort of the cool sheets and the muted sounds of the city. But you put on your brave face and marched into the kitchen, where Annie and Ymir were pouring shots.

“You coming?” Annie asked nonchalantly as she poured out a fourth shot for you.

“Yeah, figured I’d change it up a bit.” You smiled and Ymir scoffed, ruffling Historia’s hair as the smaller woman leaned into her.

“They’re going to eat you up cupcake.” Ymir laughed and you flushed, rubbing your exposed skin self consciously.

“Here.” Annie passed you the shot glass and you downed it without hesitation.

“Is it going to be cold in there?” You asked and Ymir shrugged as she accepted her own shot.

“Not usually, it’s normally pretty packed so it gets hot.” Great, more people to socialize with, you thought bitterly.

“Uber is here!” Historia sang and the four of you stumbled down the hall to the elevator and out onto the busy street. The ride was short, and you tried to memorize the turns and street names in case you wanted to leave earlier. The Ministry was not far, but the scenery changed quickly, the businesses and apartments surrounding the dive bar were definitely what you expected. Punk and very nineties, it was fitting and admittedly exciting to be in a new place. The neon red lights were flickering, illuminating each letter before the entire name of the bar lit up completely. Annie and Ymir slipped out of the car first, Historia gave your shoulder a squeeze and shot you an excited smile.

“You’ve got to try the bloody priest here, its like strawberry syrup and vodka with fresco.” She babbled as you all walked into the bar, the lighting was very dim and the decor was very grungy. Crosses were mounted upside down, newspaper clippings of particularly gruesome crimes were plastered everywhere, pride flags hung from the ceiling. A black goat head was mounted above the bar, its eyes were glazed white and a red upside down cross was painted on its forehead. You were so transfixed on the goat that you lost your crew, and ran into a strange man.You yelped as your body collided with his bare chest, he wore only a black button down, which was completely open. He quirked his brow at you, the small silver ring in his eyebrow flashed in the dim light. The man had long brown hair tied back into a man bun, and an array of tattoos covering his exposed arms and chest.

“Never seen you here before.” He remarked and you fumbled for words, struck dumb by his jade green eyes that glittered despite the darkness.

“I came with Annie.” You then turned and searched for her frantically, he caught your bicep and pointed you towards the bar, where you could see the back of Annie’s head. The crowd was thick and you kept getting bumped into the man’s sweaty chest. He laughed, clearly finding this interaction amusing, his hand slid to the middle of your back and he guided you carefully through the crowd.

“Annie’s an old friend, she never mentioned you before.” You flushed, you hadn’t even said your name and you could barely consider yourself Annie’s friend. But you weren’t going to tell him this.

“What was your name again?” He leaned down, so that his ear was near your mouth and you leaned up to speak.

“(y/n)” Your voice cracked and he stood straight again, a grin on his lips revealed the smiley piercing just above his two front teeth.

“I’m Eren.” He extended his hand, you were close to Annie now, he could have left you. It was kind enough of him to bring you here.

“Nice to meet you.” You shook his hand and he motioned towards Annie with a dramatic bow.

“I’m sure we’ll meet again.” He then slipped back into the crowd and you watched him go before turning to slip between Annie and a stranger at the bar.

“So you met Eren.” Annie smiled at you, the piercings in her nose flashing in the brighter lights at the bar.

“Y-yeah he seems nice, how do you know him?” You tried to make conversation, trying to find out more about the handsome stranger.

“High school.” Annie nodded and smiled at you knowingly.

“He’s the lead singer in his band.” Historia piped up, already holding that drink she was talking about in the car.

“Oh really?” You tried to turn and find him again, but he was long gone.

“He’s dating Mikasa.” Annie clarified and you couldn’t help the disappointment that seeped into your chest. Annie ordered you a drink, putting it on the shared tab and you began to sip on it, listening to the others as they gossiped about the band playing tonight. You took your time to soak up the rest of the bar, a small stage was set up in the back, large speakers and equipment took up most of the space. You could easily imagine Eren up there in the spotlight, the microphone clutched in his hand as he sang. You felt your face heating up, and you tried to convince yourself that it was the alcohol not the image you had created in your mind.

“They’re going to start soon, let’s get up there.” Ymir said and the four of you weaved through the crowd, drinks in hand. Ymir lit a cigarette once you were right up against the stage, she passed it to Annie who took a long drag before passing it to Historia. You could make out a door that must have led to the back rooms where bands could prepare. You knew that must be where Eren was, and you tried to deter the thoughts about him. He belonged to someone, and you had only just met him. Maybe it was the lack of socializing you had done that made you grow attached so easily, or maybe he was just that hot. Regardless you tried to be more present with Historia, who was trying to keep you involved in the conversation. You weren’t interested until Historia brought up Mikasa, the mystery woman who you envied.

“Yeah no I’m not sure, she never talks about it but I’m pretty sure her and Eren are on a break.” Historia shrugged, cigarette between her fingers.

“On a break?” Ymir laughed her jaw hanging open in surprise.

“Those two have been dating forever, why are they on break?” Annie asked and you were surprised by her investment in the drama. She always seemed so indifferent, so this must be a big deal.

“Who’s to say, maybe that’s why.” Ymir shrugged and Annie scoffed before taking a long sip of her beer. Annie opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word in the band stepped on the stage. Eren came out first, a beer bottle in his hand as he sauntered to the mic at the front of the stage.

Eren grabbed the mic and smirked out into the crowd, people cheered and clapped despite his lack of words. You almost forgot to check out the rest of Eren’s band because of how good he looked. A woman with pale skin and inky hair styled into a wolf cut came to stand beside Eren. You knew it was Mikasa and you felt any chance of being with Eren quickly slip away. She was stunning, wearing only a bralette and a pair of low rise latex pants that hugged her perfect figure. She grabbed the microphone next to Eren and you noted all of the rings on her fingers.

The drummer sat down behind his drums and you gaped at him as well, he wore no shirt he was lean and covered in ink. He twirled the drumsticks over his fingers, his expression unreadable which only made him look cooler. The bassist and guitarist were tuning their guitars together, the bassist had a buzz cut and also wore no shirt, only a pair of oversized jeans hung low on his hips. The guitarist had a mullet, which looked to be freshly cut, he wore a black wife beater and like Mikasa had many rings on his fingers. He strummed a few cords, the sound amplified by the speakers and the crowd went crazy again.

“We’re Humanities Last Hope! Thank you for coming out tonight now who’s ready to rock!” Eren introduced the band and the guitarist strummed his guitar, sticking his tongue out to reveal the piercing.

The crowd howled as they struck up their first song, you weren’t sure who to keep your eyes on. Your vision was swimming, from the alcohol or second hand smoke you weren’t sure which it was anymore. Bodies clashed and collided as the set continued, pushing you into the stage you struggled to keep your drink in your cup. Eren kept looking down at you, his eyes hooded and filled with intention with every glance. You felt faint and as the set concluded you shoved your way through the crowd towards the front of the bar. Sweat was dripping down your neck and you tried to even your breathing. Just as you were about to go out the doors a hand caught your shoulder. You turned, eyes widening when you found Eren staring down at you with a cocky grin.

“What’d you think?” He pulled you close, his large hand skimming over your heated skin.

“I don’t usually like that kind of music but it was good!” You felt grounded now, a new band was on stage and the crowd was just as excited.

“You look like you need some space.” Eren smirked, his green eyes glued to your face. This was your chance and you would be a fool not to take it.

“Yeah I do.” The world stopped spinning and you felt emboldened by the alcohol. You met his eyes unwaveringly and he grinned down at you clearly pleased.

“Then let’s go.” Eren took your hand and led you through the bar, all the way to the back where the restrooms were. He opened a door that said staff only which opened up into another long corridor. There were many doors but Eren led you down to the end of the hall before slipping into a room. The space was generic and clearly a dressing room, he reached down and produced a water bottle from a duffle bag.

“Here.” You accepted it gratefully and chugged it as he watched. Droplets of water rolled down your sweaty throat, disappearing below the neckline of your tank top. Eren reached out, placing his hand on the column of your throat so his thumb could swipe away the stray drop of water. You paused and set the bottle down staring up at him with wide doe eyes.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous. I can’t believe I got to you before some other shit head here.” He whispered, his throat raw from singing. You swallowed as he leaned in closely, his jaded eyes locked on your parted lips.

“You flatter me.” You could feel his breathing hot and heavy against your lips. Your hands naturally fell into his loose bun, which was damp with sweat. You pulled him in, your lips met messily, teeth clashing and tongues hungry to taste. Eren backed you into the vanity, the sound of bottles falling and the mirror banging against the wall filled the quiet space. Eren lifted you onto the desk, his hands scrabbling for your belt. Your hands pushed his button down with urgency, legs locked around his slim hips. You parted for air, your lungs filled with the heady scent of his cologne.

“Need you so bad.” Eren was pulling down the straps of your tank top and bra, exposing your breasts as he kissed his way down your throat. You hadn’t thought that this would be how you spent your night. His lips were leaving dark bruises in their wake as he trailed his way down your chest. You threw your head back, barely containing your moans as his hands skated up and down your sides. Your hips bucked into his as he returned to his struggle of removing your jeans.

“Next time wear a skirt.” He joked and you felt your heart flutter at the possibility of a next time. Just as he removed your belt the door busted open. It was the drummer, still shirtless he glared in at you as you gasped, too slow to react and cover yourself. Eren didn’t move to protect your modesty either, he only turned to glare at the man.

“Seriously, we all share a dressing room, you fucking live right over there.” He pointed vaguely as he spoke before walking the rest of the way into the room. He rummaged through a bag and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, even taking the time to light one before shooting Eren one last dirty look.

“Our little secret.” He said, raising his brows before taking a drag and walking out the door. You stared after him dumbly, his utter dismissal of you hinted that this had happened before. Something inside you wished that he had looked your way, his gaze lingering on you. But the indifference was cold and all too obvious.

“He’s an asshole.” Eren growled, going to lock the door. You sat frozen, pants undone and breasts exposed, the alcohol was wearing off. You thought about Mikasa, how she looked mean and you knew you would get your shit rocked. You wondered if Annie was closer with Eren or Mikasa? Your bitchy move was catching up to you now and the daunting consequences hung low above your head like a guillotine.

“Eren.” You began pulling your top back up but he rushed to your side, his hands holding yours in place.

“Hey he won’t tell anyone.” Eren’s sincerity caught you off guard and you froze, willing to hear him out.

“Levi’s cool, don't worry about it.” He rubbed his hands up and down your arms soothingly.

“Annie said you have a girlfriend.” You blurted out and he stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening with guilt.

“That didn’t stop you.” He pointed out and you licked your lips before snagging your lower lip between your teeth.

“It didn’t.” You admitted and Eren smirked, leaning in and kissing you deeply and more intimately than previously.

“Don’t worry babe. Like Levi said, it’s our little secret.” His hand was down your pants any any thoughts of Annie, Mikasa or Levi left your mind.

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stardust948 · 10 months

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He was in the movie for like what, 10 minutes?

I need more.

#spiderman #spiderverse #atsv #spider punk #hobie brown #spider punk my beloved #marvel #marvel meme #step aside eren this is how you do anarchy

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bleach-your-panties · 4 months

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Armin and Eren should've fist fought in s4.

#that i would have liked to see #they always punking my baby #make me sick #just cause he's smart don't mean he can't throw hands #this thought will forever nag at me #LMAO eren got mad when armin said he was a slave too #💗💗🍡°me blabbering again #💗💗🍡°anime rants #byp🌹

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talkethtothehandeth · 1 year

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Some flowers grow with crooked stems

they/them

#personal #scoliosis #I love the way my collarbones look because of my spine #my spine hurts me but what it lacks in practicality it makes up for sharp collarbones that can cut an ableist #it also makes my ribs stick out #it looks like a cow’s hip #and they’re so wide too #eren jaeger dupe #cripple punk #disabled #chronic pain #arthritis #ehlers danlos syndrome #cpunk #wlw #disabled wlw #nblw

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alternative-munster-goes-fourth · 1 year

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#shingeki no kyoujin #snk #attack on titan #eren jaeger #heavy metal #punk rock #80s metal #90s metal #2000s metal #Spotify

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bloompompom · 10 months

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Safekeeping

Your brother's best friend learns you don't want to leave for college a virgin, and he thinks he might be able to lend you a hand.

✧ content: ~9.2k word count. 20 y/o eren jaeger x 18 y/o female reader. shameless porn without plot, older brother's friend trope, inexperienced reader/virginity loss, praise, spit, corruption themes, dry humping, guided masturbation, oral sex (f!receiving), protected PIV sex, reader's brother has a name, pet name ('baby'), passing mentions of alcohol/marijuana, explicit sexual content, explicit language, reader discretion advised. 18+ only. ✧ a/n: virginity is a social construct but this is smut so i’m gonna play into it. enjoy ♡ ✧ part two

You planned to move away to college at the end of the summer, finally. Your school of choice was a three-hour drive from home. To you, it was the perfect distance. Just far enough to give you some much-needed space, but still within reason for a weekend visit if needed. You wouldn’t know anyone there, but that was what you were looking forward to the most, actually. It would be a fresh start.

You never did get the ‘fresh start’ that everyone talked about. You know, the new beginnings that came with every school year. You always tried to be optimistic about it but each time, without fail, your teachers scowled when they saw your last name on their rosters. They all knew your older brother Collin—very well, unfortunately.

His reputation preceded you as a punk who was sent to the principal’s office for acting out in class time and time again. Out of the classroom, too—in the hallways, on the football field after hours. Even in the parking lot when he got into a fender bender with his English teacher his senior year. You were cursed with the same teacher last semester and learned the hard way that she had a habit of holding grudges.

But that was beside the point. What you were trying to say was: you were ready for college. More than ready. Giddy and practically vibrating with excitement, marking the days off on your calendar until move-in week. Until you could finally quit your lousy summer job at the ice cream shop, waiting on old folk that never knew what they wanted and didn’t bother tipping.

Still, there was just one teensy little thing you were hoping to get out of the way before freshman year. But now that it was only a few weeks away—twenty-three days, but who’s counting?—it was starting to feel more like a pipe dream.

At the end of the day, there was no point throwing a tizzy over going to college a virgin. Surely, you wouldn’t be the only one.

Right?

Your parents had left for their annual end-of-summer trip down to the beach to visit your grandparents for a week. It used to be a family event, but now that you and Collin were deemed old enough, you had more say in whether you tagged along or not.

Collin had skipped out the last two summers, but this was the first year you were allowed to stay home, too, now that you were eighteen. But what you didn’t expect was that his three best friends would be there with the two of you—for the better half of the week, at that. Apparently, since they had done it the last two years, it had become a tradition, as they put it. Honestly, you were just impressed Collin was able to pull it off without your parents catching on, considering he was never one to clean the house when you were kids.

No matter, though; it didn’t bother you much. They had been your brother’s friends since they were in the eighth grade. Having them around was nothing new to you. Of course, it was more fun when you were younger—back when you could play Mario Party together and force Collin to sit out. Now, there wasn’t nearly as much in common besides the occasional tormenting of your brother.

So, the four of them did their thing, and you did yours.

But therein lies the problem. Even while you minded your business, someone just couldn’t seem to mind theirs. He couldn’t prevent his thoughts from wandering back to you—couldn’t prevent his eyes from lingering longer than they should.

It wasn’t Armin. He would never dare to look at you that way, the girl he tutored in algebra. Nor was it Jean, hopelessly consumed with texting his classmate, still determined as ever to win her over.

No, it was Eren. 'The cute one,’ as coined by you and your friends once he hit his growth spurt and grew out his hair. Though Eren was unaware of the epithet, this would be the year he’d unknowingly return the sentiment, thinking of you as Collin's very cute sister.

Eren was gone last summer, away at an internship, so it had been a couple of years since he’d last seen you. And you appeared to have—ahem—really grown into yourself, to put it delicately.

Listen, it was harmless. It wasn’t like Eren planned on feeling this way toward you. He didn’t think twice about it when Collin said you’d be at his place, too. And there was no way in hell he’d act on it. He wouldn’t even dare to let the thoughts hang around in his mind, consistently shoving them aside before they could permeate. You were Collin’s—his best friend’s—sister. More than that, you were his little sister!

He thought he was being discreet about it, but man, did you have to make it so tough? Did you really need to lay out by your parents’ pool every single day? Jeez. As a matter of fact, when was the last time it rained? This had to be the longest they’d been without it, now that Eren was thinking about it.

Back to the point here: Eren was, in fact, not remotely discreet. Armin brought it to his attention as they went to grab another beer. You happened to pop into the kitchen at the same time, just to grab a snack, and damn it, why did you have next to nothing on? Like, yeah, the place was a little warm tonight, and it was your house and all, but seriously—tiny shorts rolled high on your waist and a tank top that looked extra clingy as you reached for a cup on the top shelf? Really?

“You can’t be serious,” Armin grumbled to Eren. Once you were gone, obviously.

Eren should have known what Armin was referencing, but he was dumb to it, wholly convinced he had been treading carefully. “What do you—”

“You can’t bang Collin’s sister!”

Who even says ‘bang’ anymore?

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second.” Eren innocently held his palms up, waving them as if he could shake off the wicked accusation. “That’s a little far now, isn’t it?”

Armin was getting ahead of himself again; even Eren hadn’t let his mind wander past that boundary… yet.

Armin gave him a look, like he knew better than to take Eren’s word at face value. “Well, it sure looks like you’re trying to bang his sister.”

“Who’s trying to bang who’s sister?”

Both Eren and Armin jumped at the voice, heads spinning like they were on a swivel to find Collin. He emerged from the basement, Jean trailing behind with a suspicious, low-browed expression.

“Oh,” Eren stammered. He had to come up with something fast because he wasn’t about to leave it to Armin, the notoriously awful liar. “Armin was just telling me about some porn he watched the other night.” Eren shrugged. “You know, where the guy tries to bang someone’s sister.”

Armin glared at Eren for throwing him under the bus but reluctantly went along with the lie. “Yeah, and then he, uh… bangs the sister?”

Idiot, Eren couldn’t help but think. Whatever, it seemed to work well enough. Collin stared back at them like they were no better than a couple of horny morons. Jean dismissed it, too. Or at least, it didn’t bother him enough to let it interfere with him going for another beer.

With the crisis only half-averted, the four returned to the basement with freshly-cracked cans of beer in tow, where they would spend the rest of the night playing video games until they eventually passed out.

Well, at least three of them did.

Eren couldn’t sleep, but that wasn’t anything new. He battled with insomnia from time to time. Tossing and turning on a wobbly air mattress didn’t make it any easier to fall asleep, and with the basement only marginally cooler than the rest of the house, he thought he might as well get a glass of water.

Unluckily (luckily?) for him, he was interrupted before he could do just that. The sight of you, simply existing, lounged up on the couch, startled him.

Someone’s jumpy tonight. You giggled when he cursed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“What are you doing here?” Eren asked.

You lightheartedly taunted, “Last time I checked, I live here, don’t I?”

He made a face at you, lacking the amusement your voice carried. “You know what I meant. Why are you still awake?”

It was the first time Eren had bumped into you. Not the first time ever, obviously; you had been alone together on countless occasions. But this was different, never this late at night before, and it was the only time it’d been just the two of you since he’d thought about you like that.

“Do I need a reason?” you airly replied, almost on a yawn as you stretched. “It’s summer break, and I don’t have work tomorrow.”

He didn’t offer more than a nod of acknowledgment before moseying across the room, his hands shoved into his pockets. Unsure of where this was going, you reached for the remote and paused your show.

“What are you guys doing down there?”

“They’re all asleep,” Eren answered. He stood idly in the middle of the room because, like you, he was curious as to where this was heading.

“And you’re not asleep because…?”

No, he couldn’t think like that. This was going nowhere.

“I came to grab some water,” he hurried to say—or at least, you thought it sounded hurried—and disappeared into the kitchen right after.

You listened for a moment, fingers dancing on the button of the remote as you debated starting your show again. But when the faucet flicked off, he didn’t return to the basement in the apparent rush he was in. Instead, he stayed there, with you.

Eren sipped his water, thinking of what to say next. It was an uphill battle because there wasn’t anything to say. There was no reason he needed to start a conversation with you. And yet, there he was, leaned up against the wall, dumbly scratching at his midriff as he racked—

Wait. Were you checking him out?

If there was one thing Eren had learned at college—let’s be real here, he had a nasty habit of skipping class—it was that he did pretty well for himself when it came to girls. Decent enough, he’d say. He at least had enough sense to know when a chick was interested in him. And now that you had creaked that door open, ogled at where his hand had lifted his shirt to reveal his stomach, he didn’t really have another choice but to step inside and explore around. Just a bit.

Armin’s warning blared in the back of Eren’s head. As luck would have it, his conscience tended to have Armin’s voice. But there wasn’t anything wrong with casual conversation, was there? After all, he had known you for years.

“So, are you excited to leave for college soon?”

Nope. There was no turning back now.

You perked up in your seat. “Yeah, for sure. It’ll be nice to go somewhere new. Meet new people, make new friends—”

“Maybe you’ll finally find your Fabio.”

There was a joke there, unfortunately. One you hadn’t heard in so long that you cringed at the memory.

As Collin’s sister, his friends were first-hand witnesses to your boy crazy phase, all your dating flops. Perhaps they had even learned you were quite the hopeless romantic. And by that, you meant Jean had found a smutty novel you had stolen from your mom—yes, it even had the signature Fabio-esque cover, hence the joke. Anyway, he read it aloud in front of your brother and the rest of their friends until Armin snatched the book from him, which somehow made the whole ordeal even worse.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” you offhandedly chuckled. “I was sort of hoping that would happen before college, but you know—I’m sure plenty of people go to college inexperienced.”

Your voice trailed off there at the end, almost like the notion really bothered you. Eren scrutinized it, this thing you handed him. It was a conversational game of hot potato—something you had shoved his way and forced him to hold onto. Why were you bringing this up? Were you looking for his advice?

Eren set down his glass and moved to sit by you on the couch. The far side of it. “Is that what you’re worried about?”

“No,” you blurted out, embarrassed and kicking yourself for having said anything in the first place. But your abruptness sounded just as bad, so with a sigh, you said, “I mean, I guess. I don’t want people to think I’m a loser for being a virgin.”

Again, why were you mentioning this to him? Eren felt like he was playing with fire. He knew he was going to wind up burnt the longer he stayed, maybe even scorching everything around him, even you, in the process.

Still, he poked it, added some kindling because he was unwilling to let it die out. “I think there’s a fairly simple solution to that.”

“What, getting laid? I think I know that,” you scoffed. “And it’s easy for you to say that, looking like—” You loosely waved your hand over the length of him. “You. Believe it or not, I don’t exactly have suitors lining up outside my door.”

Okay, so he was picking up on something here. He wasn’t crazy. You said it then: you found him attractive. And he found you attractive. Extremely so, if that wasn’t obvious already. The answer was easy enough; he might as well go on say it outright then.

“What if I did it?” Eren suggested.

You didn’t know what he meant by it, his casualness throwing you for a loop. Surely, he couldn’t be talking about that.

“You know, took your virginity.”

Oh. There was no mistaking it now. He was, without a doubt, talking about that.

And why were you considering it?

Your brother’s friends, Eren included, had taught you all sorts of things before, things they probably shouldn’t have. They told you to flush the toilet to mask your squeaky front door if you planned on sneaking out. Taught you how to roll a joint, and how to take a proper hit after you confessed you had never ‘felt high’ when you smoked. So, would this be any different?

While you mulled it over, Eren took the far-away look behind your eyes as a horrible sign. He realized how insane the proposition sounded once he spoke it into existence. Before he could take it back, play it off as a joke—he had one too many beers, that’s all—you piped up.

“Really?”

He certainly didn’t expect that, stammering, “I—yeah. Why not?”

Another lengthy pause passed before you accused, “Are you just fucking with me?”

“No, no! I wouldn’t.” He started rambling then, a jumbled mix of ‘I just—’ and ‘I shouldn’t have—’ until you decidedly cut him off.

“Okay.”

“Huh?”

“I said okay. You can… take my virginity.” It felt like a strange way to say it, too formal. And to say it to Eren of all people, who would have guessed it?

Then again, maybe this was the most logical outcome. It wasn’t like you needed to make a big deal of losing your virginity. You weren’t looking for something romantic, with rose petals or a waterbed or any of that corny-porny crap. You were just looking to get it out of the way. That way, when you inevitably meet the love of your life in college (okay, so maybe you were a hopeless romantic), you wouldn’t embarrass yourself the first time you hooked up.

“Okay,” Eren replied on his inhale, a breath sucked through his teeth, like it was a sin to say aloud.

He scooted closer, sitting on the cushion that once separated you. You expected him to kiss you, even leaning into him with closed eyes, but your lips barely brushed into his. He didn’t come any closer than that.

Lowly, he asked you, “Do you trust me?”

You nodded. Your noses bumped.

“I need to hear it.”

“I trust you,” you said, even quieter than him. You could barely hear it over the sound of your heart, thumping so hard you swore it might burst into your throat.

Eren kissed you then, tentatively, with his hand cradling the side of your face. He didn’t move until you did, and when you returned the kiss, he followed while letting you take lead.

It didn’t last long, though. You jumped away from each other, back to the opposite sides of the couch, when the basement door squeaked open. The panic subsided when you caught the bright eyes of your family’s cat, her little head poking out from the shadows.

You held a hand to your chest, steadying your breath and trying to settle your rapid heartbeat, as if both were possible. When you met Eren’s gaze, he was already staring at you with a brittle sort of look. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Did he regret what he had done with you? You didn’t, and you prayed he didn’t either.

Before you had the chance to ask, he finally said, “Should we go to your room?”

“Good idea.”

He knew where your room was, but still, he followed right behind you anyway. At the top of the staircase, just before your bedroom door, you split. You turned to see Eren sneaking into Collin’s room. A minute passed while you listened to his rustling, but when he returned, held between his two fingers was that infamous, shiny foil.

You frowned, hard. “I’m not going to use one of my brother’s condoms.”

“Do you have one then?” Eren asked, already well aware of your answer.

“Fine.”

Eren had never been in your bedroom before. It felt foreign, and weirdly wrong, to have him in there. He looked out of place for it, too big, too mature, especially as you looked at all your girlish knick-knacks and old photos. You wished you could tuck everything away into some lonely drawer.

You avoided Eren’s eyes and fixed your attention on adjusting the lights. Your bright ceiling light was far too unforgiving for this, so you switched it out for your bedside lamp. The drone of the old bulb buzzed in the back of your ears, its light a fizzy yellow.

You were nervous. Eren didn’t need to see your face to know it was written all across it. Not that it surprised him, considering this was about to be your first time having sex, and it would be with him.

He felt his heart drop into his stomach, the sick feeling you get on a rollercoaster, but somehow you want to ride again. Maybe he was just as nervous as you. You had put your trust in him, enough to take your virginity. Handing it to him as if it were some sentimental treasure he could watch over, for safekeeping.

Sure, he knew the optics were bad. Not just bad but horrendous, actually. He was about to sleep with his best friend’s younger sister, a recently eighteen-year-old virgin. The whole situation sounded no better than a second-rate porno—like the one he had made up with Armin in the kitchen, ha!

This was as much a blessing straight from heaven as it was a curse. But he couldn’t care about the optics now, not with you taking a seat on the bed, looking over at him with these come-and-get-me eyes that may or may not have been intentional.

No, this wasn’t a curse at all. If it were so wrong of him, then why was it that he already felt his cock straining against his sweats at the mere thought? The thought of how delicate he’d be with you. He needed to be, for the last thing he wanted was to ruin your first time. He’d be the first to show you what pleasure could be with another person—what you were deserving of before going off and letting other boys touch you.

He set the condom on the nightstand and joined you at the edge of your bed, his knee barely grazing yours. He was about to ask if he could kiss you again, but you entirely side-skipped any conversation by picking up right where the two of you had left off.

Again, Eren relinquished control to you, but he did take the initiative to swipe his tongue into your mouth. You tasted him, the bittersweet flavor of light beer. He was nothing like the last boy you kissed. He didn’t ram his tongue down your throat but kissed you as though he wanted to taste you, to muse over and memorize you. And you let him, lips languidly caressing one another with little point or purpose, solely running on instinct.

You balled his shirt in your fist, twisted the fabric of it between your hands to have him close—closer. He hoisted you onto his lap with his hands at your waist, and you went along with him more than willing. You draped your hands over his shoulders, crossing them at the wrist, and didn’t let your lips break from his once.

He smoothed his palms up and down the small of your back until he eventually ventured lower. He gripped at your ass, pulling you down to grind over him. Just once, so you could feel him, how achingly hard he was for you. Then, you did it again all on your own. Lightheaded and teeming with desire, the pressure against your clit, even through your layers of clothing, was an addicting relief. You moved against him, again and again, until you were dragging yourself over him, practically about get off from that alone.

But Eren didn’t let that happen. Before you get there, Eren used his hold on your hips to stall you. His voice was a mumble against your mouth as he asked you, “How far have you gone?”

“This,” you professed. “This is the farthest I’ve gone.”

Fuck.

“Okay.” It was the word of the night. Eren breathed it out like he was talking to himself. The type of sigh you’d give yourself in the mirror when trying to calm down, which was precisely his goal.

He lifted you with little effort, had you lie back into the pillows before he crawled on top of you. He kissed at your jawline, then placed another on the side of your neck. He left a few of them there. It was all lip, all wispy, like he could break you. Still, you felt each of them like a spark at the base of your spine.

His fingers trailed lower, tickling over your collarbone but stopping short of the neckline of your tank top.

“Is it all right if I touch you here?” he asked, punctuating it by running a hand down your breast, over your shirt.

“Yes,” you whispered with a shudder.

With the confirmation, he massaged lightly, his thumb caressing over your perked nipple.

He kissed you again, his tongue meeting yours while he rolled your nipple between his fingers. Your back arched instinctively, wanting more—needing more. He listened to your body, learning as he went, and tugged down your tank top. With nothing between you, he lightly pinched at your nipple, pulling a whine from you, one that didn’t get the chance to meet the air.

Eren kissed the side of your face. “Can I kiss you there?” he muttered, referencing your tits as he gave another squeeze. He pressed another kiss, lower, against your throat.

“Mhm,” was all you managed with a voice that was long gone, lost somewhere in the opened-mouth kisses he left along the dip between your chest.

It tickled a bit when he flicked over your nipple with his tongue—even more when he latched onto it with his mouth. You were wiggly beneath him, driving him wild, and you didn’t even know it. It was sweet how sensitive you were, his mouth being the first to kiss you there, to learn the taste of your skin. So soft. And warm, too, heating up the longer he sucked at your tits, anywhere he pleased.

Eren kept his hand at your waist, palming over your stomach but never risking any lower than that. His touch was heated, urgent, yet he only showed restraint.

He pulled back from you, letting his face hover inches above yours when he asked, “Have you ever touched yourself before?”

He was strangely calm for asking such a personal question, setting your face ablaze. Too rushed, you replied, “Of course I have.”

What did he think? That because you were a virgin, you hadn’t thought about sex before? Hadn’t ever watched porn? Yes, you hadn’t actually done it, but it wasn’t as though you were heading into the situation blind.

“Then—” You, the sight of you wriggling out of your sleep shorts, interrupted him. You caught the bob of his throat when he swallowed, but you weren’t sure he was trying that hard to hide it. “Show me how you do it.”

Eren sat back on his knees, just shy of sitting between your legs as you rested against the pillows. The only thing separating him from you was a thin pair of panties. You hoped he didn’t notice your jittery fingers as you slipped them beneath the band.

You started, “This is—”

“It’s not embarrassing,” he interrupted. It only made you more anxious, like he could read your mind or something. But he was genuine as he said it, assuring you even while struggling to maintain eye contact, his attention flitting from your face to between your legs. “Show me how I can make you come.”

How could he possibly be so open about this? There wasn’t even a shred of hesitation or shame in his voice. You wondered how many people he’d been with—how many times he’d rehearsed before he could speak with such confidence? Enough confidence to have you listening loyally and plunging your hand beneath your underwear.

You pressed the pads of your fingers against your clit and started to rub. Slowly at first, but already, just that smidgen of relief was enough to pull a flimsy sound from you. You were sensitive, throbbing, and so incredibly turned on that you didn’t hide even as he unabashedly stared at you with pure infatuation.

Eren rested a hand on your leg, sliding higher and reaching for your panties. “Can I take these off?”

You stopped only to help him work them down your leg, shimmying until he had them thrown to the foot of the bed. You were hesitant to spread your legs again, but he did it for you, placing one at each of his sides. He took your hand and returned it between your thighs, eager for you to continue. So you did just that.

There wasn’t any doubt he could see everything now—how wet you were, how it coated your fingers the longer you rubbed, the tighter your little circles became. But you were too wrapped up in it to care, playing with yourself just as indecently as you would if you were alone. You couldn’t even be bothered to stifle the chant of gasps spilling from you.

“Can you put a finger inside for me?” Eren requested.

You nodded and pushed one inside, felt how you pulsed around it. You moved it in and out, the same way you had done many times before.

“Yeah, like that,” he murmured. You heard the ‘fuck’ he cursed under his breath. “How’s that feel?”

“Good,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut.

“Try a little faster.”

You did just that and bit back a whimper.

“Add another.”

He needed you stretched. He needed you ready for him.

You took your second finger well; you had done that before, too.

“You’re doing so good,” he told you. He leaned into you, closing in. “Can I help you now?”

“Please,” you breathed. You slipped your fingers from you, giving Eren access to do with you as he wished.

But he didn’t reach for you. Not there, at least. He held his fingers before your mouth.

“Open up.”

You weren’t sure what he was after, but you obeyed, lusty enough that you found you were trusting him implicitly. He placed his middle and index fingers against your tongue, telling you, “Get them nice and wet for me.”

You sucked on them lightly. Saliva pooled on the back of your tongue as he pressed down. He pulled them from your mouth with a lewd sound and smiled at you. It made your chest swell a bit.

Eren returned to your side. His presence was engulfing as he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. It surprised you, the intimacy of it, but you didn’t have any time for second-guessing before he urged, “Keep going.”

You returned to circling your clit as his hand met yours. He traced his pointer finger through you, and every muscle in your body tensed.

“Can I?”

“Yes,” you said, practically a moan.

He slipped it inside you, taking his time with it. His finger was much larger than your own, thicker, reaching deeper than yours had ever gone. Your stomach tightened at the intrusion, trying to adjust.

“That okay?” he asked.

“Yes.” It was better than okay. “More. Please.”

Eren chuckled warmly. He pumped his finger in and out of you, curving it just right to have you squirming in his arms. You were beginning to understand why he was holding you now. He wanted to keep you still so that, once he figured out what you liked, he could maintain his pace through your needy bucking.

He had a hand on your head, petting over you as he asked, “You close?” You couldn’t respond because he added a second finger. A hiss left you, but it melted into a satisfied whine. “Yeah?”

“Y-yeah,” you whispered against him, his body dizzyingly hot even through his T-shirt.

It was becoming quite the task to keep your fingers moving, what with Eren’s fingers hitting a spot that you didn’t even know existed, over and over again. It had you—fuck—it had you coming. So hard that you thoughtlessly rode his hand, eyes screwing shut as you fucked yourself deeper on his fingers, prolonging the bliss however you could until you turned to goo in his arms.

You were panting against his chest, your body still twitchy, when he started to ask, “Did you—”

“Yes,” you said on a drawn-out exhale.

He pecked your forehead. You still felt the stamp of it as he moved to get back on top. He held himself above you with hands planted on either side of you, kissing you full on the mouth. Still hazy, you didn’t move much, letting him make out with you all he wanted until his lips traveled down to the dip behind your ear, then the delicate crook of your neck.

He bunched your tank higher up your chest until you both tore it over your head. With it out of his way, Eren continued kissing lower—even lower than before. His breath tickled over your nipples, leaving you a needy, rutting mess—for what exactly, you didn’t know, just more.

“Too much?” Eren asked, looking up at you with his big, green eyes.

“No,” you assured, your mouth agape and in awe of him. “I like it.”

He pressed his smile against your skin, kissing and licking his way down your sternum.

When he reached your navel, you asked, “What are you—”

“Making sure you’re ready.” He kissed your hipbone.

“It’s really okay,” you said, slightly wary. “We should just get this over with, right?”

“What if I don’t want to get this over with?” Eren kissed just above your slit. “What if I want to take my time?”

Eren wanted you as comfortable—as relaxed—as possible. And since he was already about to fuck his friend’s younger sister, with one of his condoms nonetheless, he certainly wasn’t going to dig around for his friend’s lube next. Luckily, there was another, more fun, way that he could ensure you were properly lubricated so as to avoid any pain that may arise from him splitting you on his—

Focus.

“I need you to tell me what feels good and what doesn’t,” Eren said, a reminder more to himself than for you.

You gasped, almost choked, when he kissed the top of your thigh, then the inner part of it.

“Can you do that for me?”

“Eren, I—”

“Please.” He licked a broad stripe up the crease of your thigh. That alone had your head thrown back against your pillow, a tiny ‘oh’ escaping you. “Let me. I want to.”

“You do?” you timidly asked.

“So badly,” he replied, but it sounded more like an admission. A white flag of surrender, like he was letting himself fully give in to his desires because, yes, he had thought about this before. There was no use in lying about it now.

“O-okay.”

On that, he returned to teasing his way between your legs, kissing from the delicate flesh of your inner thighs to—

“Wait!” you interjected. Eren immediately looked to you like he had done something wrong, but you quelled his worry with, “Can you get undressed, too? Like, at least your shirt.”

Your request didn’t sound nearly as self-assured as his, but he listened to you nonetheless. He sat back to peel off his shirt. He smiled at you softly. “Better?”

You scanned over his toned torso, sun-kissed and tanned from summer. Definitely better. “Thanks.”

He leaned over you, his mouth inches from your pussy as he murmured, “It’ll feel good.” Then he kissed your entrance, and the sensation of it jolted through your body like lightning. “Promise.”

Eren parted you with his fingers before licking through you, letting the newfound feeling sink in deep. His tongue was warm, wet, and exceedingly gentle—nothing like his fingers or even your own. You couldn’t begin to describe it, but that might be because, after a second lap of his tongue, you were already losing any and all coherency.

You made a few strained sounds, flowery and pathetic, but supported yourself on trembling elbows to watch. When you met Eren’s eyes, he only stopped licking at you to say, “Tell me what feels good.”

“Everything.” The word tumbled out of your mouth desperately. “Everything feels good.”

You felt his laugh just before he closed his mouth back over you. He continued having his way with you, sucking and licking at you, saliva and slick making a mess of his pretty face as he staggered kisses between his laps. Whenever his lips brushed against your clit, your legs would flex tight. He hooked his arms around them, laying them over his strong shoulders. You felt the way his fingers dug into the fat of your thighs, locking them in place while he circled his lips around your clit with more pressure than before.

“Ah—oh,” you moaned, your back leaving the bed to press your pussy further into his face, as if you could have him any closer—you know, until you’d have him inside you. But that would come soon enough.

Eren didn’t ask this time; he knew exactly how he was making you feel. And you were thankful for it because you couldn’t dream of him stopping. You needed more, lacing a hand through his locks and pulling lightly, encouraging him. He groaned against you, clearly liking it, so you did it again.

He was sloppy with it while still… thoughtful? That didn’t feel like the correct word for it, but even as he made out with the most intimate part of you, he did it with intention, doing that thing again, whatever it was, with his tongue pointed, because he had quickly learned you liked it. No, he showed you that you liked it. Loved it, actually; it was excruciatingly evident by the breathless sounds you made.

And when Eren paired his tongue with his sucking lips, swirling it against your clit, you came with your own hand clamped over your mouth. Your entire body gained a pulse of its own. It was much stronger than your first orgasm and longer-lasting, too. The muscles of your stomach wound and released while you rode out your high, Eren groaning against you just as pleasedly.

Only once you were no longer propped on your elbows but flopped against the bed did Eren let up. Your thighs were still trembling as he kissed a pathway back to your side. You both sat with heaving chests, though yours much heavier than his, and you were beginning to question how you were supposed to go for another round. You hadn’t even reached the—for lack of a better word—main event yet. Truthfully, you expected Eren to throw you to your bed, pop your metaphorical cherry, and be done with it. But now you had already orgasmed twice and he still had his sweatpants on.

You should probably do something about that, shouldn’t you?

“I wanna touch you, too.”

While innocent, it was the most you had communicated with him this far, so he didn’t stop you when you reached for him. He was more than ready for it.

You explored him a bit, tracing over his length and discovering what touches made him twitch beneath your touch, still as chaste as ever.

“Show me,” you purred.

It wasn’t that you didn’t know what to do—a hand job was far from rocket science. It was more like if you had to show him yours, then you wanted to see his. You wanted to watch.

Eren tugged his sweatpants and boxers down his legs. His cock sprung out, nearly slapping against the low part of his abs. Already, his tip was wetted, needy for anything after going untouched this long, even if it was his own hand.

He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, working his fist over his cock, faster, until he was jerking himself off for you. His breath, fanning just above your head, went from steady to ragged, his chest tight.

You watched him for a moment, already needing to touch him. You pushed yourself upright, perched so that your knees brushed against his thigh, ready to take him with both hands.

“Hold on.”

You glanced at him. He fidgeted, like he was about to say something but retracted it immediately. He sounded hesitant, looked even more hesitant, when he asked, “Can you—can you spit in your hand first?”

“Oh, um.” You looked at your open palm and tried your best to collect some saliva in your mouth. It was a little daunting, knowing he was watching as you did it, but he didn’t seem to mind.

No, he definitely didn’t mind. Not in the slightest. But he wouldn’t admit that to you right now.

You took him in your hand, mimicking how he did it, with a loose wrist and your grasp slightly firm. When you squeezed over his tip, you heard the sharp inhale it pulled from him, noted how his pelvis flexed. Eren’s hand closed over yours. He was going to show you exactly how he liked it.

Eren moved your hand for you, gripping it whenever you reached the head of his cock. His pinched breaths turned into groans, his brows hanging low over his keen eyes. That was when he started thrusting, fucking your hand, and nearly forgot where he was—forgot whose hand he was using like his own personal toy.

“Spit on it,” he grunted, that temperate side of him growing unrestrained.

He didn’t mean to come off so crass, not in front of you, not this soon. It was just that Eren couldn’t remember the last time he came from a handjob, but he was nearly there, with your hands so dainty and velvety around him. Not to mention the spit dribbling from your pretty lips before you spread it down his cock—he was about to lose his last smidgen of composure.

Thankfully, he remembered the reason why he was here. He had a much bigger agenda than fucking your hand. How could he have forgotten already that he was here for you?

“That’s—ah, shit.” Selfishly, Eren waited for another second before releasing your hand. You continued stroking him eagerly, and it felt wrong to stop you, but he did just that with his hand around your forearm. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep going.”

“Sorry,” you said, your hands now politely to yourself and folded on your lap.

With a short, huffing laugh, he told you, “You do not have to apologize for that. Believe me.”

His chuckle had you smiling again. That closed-mouth, coy smile that he was quickly learning might become the death of him. He straightened out, taking your chin between his fingers to kiss you again.

“Lay back for me,” he whispered.

You fell into the mess of pillows and tangled sheets, making yourself comfortable while Eren fetched the condom. You didn’t know what the feeling was—trepidation, anticipation, excitement, perhaps all three—but it bubbled in your stomach as you watched him rip the wrapper before rolling on the latex.

He pumped himself a few times as he reminded, “We can stop at any time if you need.”

Eyes wide and fixed onto him—specifically on his cock, which he’d soon gape you on—you asked, “Do we need a safe word?”

He laughed again, through his nose like earlier, but only because you were so agonizingly cute about it. “I think ‘stop’ will work just fine.”

You did that smile again, winding the knot in his stomach more than he even thought possible. Eren was so close to snapping—not like that! Not hurting you, never. More like coming undone, turning into a puddle of himself, finishing humiliatingly early—that sort of snapping. He didn’t know what had him feeling this way, but something about you made him feel like the virgin here.

He didn’t dare push inside yet, not only for your sake but for his. His eyes, now brazen and alert, scanned over you, staring you straight in the face like a silent check-in. And when you gave him the go-ahead, nothing more than a bobble of your head, slowly, he tilted his hips into yours.

With you unbelievably tight around him, he stilled with only his tip inside you. Even so, his breath had already hitched in his throat. He couldn’t hold back, he simply couldn’t. And when he gave you a little more, between his eyes flittering shut, he caught the scrunch of your nose.

There was a stretch, a certain fullness. It didn’t necessarily hurt, but it didn’t exactly feel like he belonged in there, either. It was considerate of him to take his time with you, prep you with his fingers and tongue. But even so, with his cock only halfway inside, you had your nails dug deep into his biceps.

“How’re you doing?” Eren asked.

“I’m—” You glanced at where your bodies were connecting. There was still more of him to take. “Okay.”

It didn’t appear like he believed you, which was fair because it was a shaky statement at best. “It’s too much?”

“A little,” you sheepishly admitted.

He pulled out of you, and even that made you wince. Your shoulders dropped back to the mattress, every muscle in your body easing up now that he wasn’t bullying inside you.

"Here.” Eren rolled onto his back. He guided you on top of him, set you so your knees straddled his waist, his cock resting between your legs. Somehow, it looked even longer like that, laid upon his abs. “Let’s try it like this.”

Like this? It felt incredibly vulnerable from up here, where he could see you—in all your glory—bouncy above him. Plus, you hardly knew what you were doing; you had just given your first handjob! If you were being honest, you thought you’d just sort of lay there and take it from him, and now he was expecting you to ride him? It was intimidating, to say the least, even if Eren tried to assure you it wasn’t.

“You have total control this way.”

That was the exact thing you feared. You didn’t want any control. What if you did something wrong?

Apparently, you didn’t do a great job at masking your worry because Eren immediately placed his hands on your hips, not taking them in his grasp but rubbing his thumbs encouragingly against your skin.

The entire point of this was to trust him. That was why you were doing this—losing it to Eren, someone who wouldn’t make fun of you. That way, when it really mattered, you wouldn’t royally fuck up. And after getting this far, there was no chance in hell you would end the night a virgin. Well, half-virgin.

Ready to try again, you drew a deep breath, lifting yourself to your knees. Before you reached for him, like the new sexpert that you were, you spat in the palm of your hand, not minding Eren’s eyes this time. You stroked over the condom, mixing its lube with your saliva, then lined his cock up with you.

Carefully, you sat down. He only reached as deep as before, but the pressure was nowhere near what it once was. You rolled your hips, testing different angles to see what worked best—how you could get more of him, all of him, inside you.

Eren curved a hand around the nape of your neck, cooing, “Come here.”

He brought you in for a kiss—more than a kiss—his tongue immediately licking into your mouth the second your lips crashed into his, tasting every one of your contented, little hums.

He snaked a hand between your legs, lazily thumbing over your clit until your lips were unable to match his fervency. It was more like you were moaning against his mouth, right into it, sharing each of his breaths until your cheeks sweltered. He melted you from the inside out, softening you up like butter until you were flush against his pelvis—as easy as that. Cautiously, you started rocking your hips.

“That’s it,” Eren whispered into the corner of your mouth.

With quivering arms, you held yourself up with your palms pressed into his chest. Perched proudly atop him, the tip of his cock reached deeper, filling you deeper than anything else had before. It stole your breath, almost like you felt him in your throat.

Eren admired how your mouth fell into an adorable ‘o’ before you started moving. As though a switch had flipped, you were suddenly rolling your hips against him—slowly, of course—repeatedly having him hit that delicious spot again as you indulgently chased after your third orgasm.

“You’re doing so good, taking me well for—for your first time.”

Shit. Eren remembered he was taking your virginity.

He inhaled sharply, hoping you wouldn’t notice how his voice gave way, or how his cock jolted inside you when he realized he was the first to have you like this. His cock was the first to fill you, stretch you, mold you to accommodate him. Only him.

“Do what feels good for you, baby.”

The pet name slipped past him before he could wrangle it back, but you didn’t seem to catch it. Or, at least, you didn’t mind.

No, you were too busy to hear him, more occupied with getting a feel for what you liked best. Eren let you use his cock freely because—what, was he supposed to stop you? Fuck no. He would let you continue forever if you desired it, so long as you’d continue gifting him with such lovely and lewd expressions—the sweet curl of your lip, the knit of your determined brows as your thighs had surely started to burn.

But, boy, it was quite the challenge, letting you have your way with him. You could only keep your pace for a moment or two before you’d take a break. Such a fucking tease, and you didn’t even know it. It was endearing how worn out you were from everything that came before this, and all Eren wanted was to dig his heels into your bed, pound away at that tight pussy of yours, and show you just how wonderful he could make you feel.

It was a test of strength for him, whether he could hold back or not, because finally, you looked like you were enjoying yourself on his cock. You took him with short strokes, a simple tilt of your hips back and forth once you realized you could grind your clit into his pelvis.

He could tell you were close, from the way you fluttered around him to the gasps getting caught in your throat from the added, and absolutely euphoric, pressure.

“Just like that. Keep going. Make yourself come for me.”

The gravel in Eren’s voice pushed you closer to the edge. There was a growl to it, and you could feel it vibrate through you. You tossed your head back with a cry loud enough to wake a neighbor as you shoved a hand between your legs, desperate to come.

Eren shushed you dotingly, but there was a grin on his face as he placed his sticky palm against your mouth. “Can’t let them hear us now, can we?”

He felt your heady breath as you panted, trying to reach your peak. When you couldn’t ride him any longer, your hips an erratic sputter, he beamed up at you, slack-jawed smile and all, and said, “Feel good? Need some help?”

Too overwhelmed, you couldn’t even nod your head. You babbled uselessly.

“Want me to fuck you, just a little? Get you coming on my cock?”

“Yes, please—oh, God, Eren.”

When he started to move, thrusting into you ever so slightly, you were already scratching your nails down his chest. It was no bother to him, though. He only wanted you to do it again.

When you came, you squeezed him so perfectly that he thought he might explode. It was taking his last bit of self-control to fuck you at such a steady and slow pace when, in reality, he only wanted to hammer into you. Eren felt like he was moments away from boiling over. His face was burning, and he could feel the sweat beading in his hairline from this aching, pent-up desire within him. After fingering you, going down on you—no, after days of fantasizing about you—he needed release.

Even you could see it—the unmistakable flush of his face now spreading to the base of his neck and spanning his chest. As blissed out as you were, limply collapsed on top of him, you mumbled against his skin, “Eren, I want you to come, too.”

And how could he turn that down? Now that you had come three times, he figured he could finally have his turn.

“I’m gonna go a bit faster now. You tell me if that’s okay or not.”

Before he could even flinch, you assured him, “It’s okay. I want you to.”

The soft laziness of your voice, the dreaminess seeping through it like syrup—it was too much.

Eren took you by the hips first, holding your body pliant for him to thrust into. He started with long drags of his cock, letting his tip kiss your entrance before stuffing himself back inside you. Each time he bottomed out, he bit back every vulgar curse he wanted to hiss into your ear.

Then, he flattened his hands against your back, folding you into him with his palms seared into your shoulder blades. Your face was smothered in the crook of his neck as he fucked up into you. The bed began to squeak, like a mockery of your tiny bleats.

“You all right?” Eren asked, his voice hoarse.

You only made an affirmative sound that got muffled as you burrowed against him. With your chest warm, like a tingling between your lungs, and your head stuck somewhere in the clouds, you took him in a speechless, almost surreal, bliss. How fiercely he needed you, if only for a blip in time, was intoxicating.

And in that fleeting moment, the sin of it, the forbiddenness surrounding you, had vanished. Eren was sure it would rear itself again, that was for certain. He could predict the ripple of guilt that’d course through him once he inevitably faced what he’d done. But even if it meant betraying his best friend, he couldn’t find it within himself to regret it.

Especially when he realized how fucking good it felt to come inside you. With his arms locked around your waist, your entire body smushed against his, he snapped his hips into you, as if he could possibly fuck you any deeper. He emptied himself into the condom as a groan tore through his throat, the hum of it against the shell of your ear like a final shudder down your spine.

He pulled out of you, faintly cursing as he did. You flopped at his side, entirely spent, and stared at the ceiling with fuzzy, unfocused vision. The rush of adrenaline was on a steep comedown, and you were already starting to feel it. Sore, but extremely satisfied.

“You should probably go to the bathroom—to pee and stuff,” Eren said, that familiar, boyish side already returning in full force.

Pee. Got it.

You only muttered a ‘yeah’ before you redressed and tip-toed off to the bathroom down the hallway. There, you wiped yourself clean, forced yourself to pee, and gave yourself a good long look in the mirror.

In just one night, you had hit every base. By definition, a home run, in your book—and with your brother’s ‘cute friend,’ at that.

You were shocked to see Eren was still there when you returned to your bedroom. He had on his boxers and tee already, stepping into his sweatpants as you opened the door. He gave you a soft smile as you hopped into your bed.

Then, even more surprisingly, he asked, “Do you want me to stay?”

Eren knew he should leave unless he hoped to get caught. Still, he thought it was the right thing to say.

You giggled, “I think my brother would kill you if he found you in here.”

He laughed along with you, but when it settled, he crawled beneath your sheets anyway.

Though you felt uncertain about it, he consoled it away with, “Don’t worry. I’ll just hang here until you fall asleep.” You at least deserved that.

He turned the light off and let you rest your head against his chest, your arm looped around his waist. You didn't know where the urge to cuddle came from, and neither did he, but he didn't question it. It was comfortable, even as he waited for that pang of guilt to hit.

But it never did. And once he heard your breathing taper to a peaceful drone, he slipped out of your bed and snuck back down to the basement. That stupid air mattress felt a whole lot more comfortable now.

Finally, Eren had scratched the itch he couldn't kick, just to get it out of his system. Now, there was absolutely no way he'd think of you again—not that kittenish little smile nor how you curled against him in your sleep—and definitely not while you were three hours away at school…

Right?

✧ continue to part two ✧

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aothotties · 7 months

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Your Boyfriends A B*tch

Who would’ve thought that crying over your shitty boyfriend would turn into you crying because of your best friend's dick.

Pairing: BestFriend!Eren x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, name calling, pet names, implied oral (f. receving), multiple orgasms, choking, Eren gets mean, cheating (kinda but not really), different positions, creampie, unprotected sex.

Word count: 1.4K

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Who would’ve guessed you’d be spending your Friday night in tears, well Eren kind of did.

He almost expected this to happen, your boyfriend pisses you off, y’all break up, you call eren to comfort you, you get back with your boyfriend and the cycle repeats itself.

So it was no shock to Eren when your contact flashes on his screen, he doesn’t hesitate to text you back instantly.

He chuckles and shakes his head at the situation and gets himself ready before he heads out.

“I knew that would happen again.” He says to himself, locking the door to his apartment.

Now it’s not like he doesn’t want to come over, one of his favorite things to do is be around you, it would just be nice if it wasn’t because of your stupid boyfriend.

He doesn’t even deserve the title, but Eren isn’t one to interfere with his friends' love lives. He wouldn’t want someone in his business so why would he be in theirs. You know in a way he should thank your boyfriend for being such a fuck up. If it weren’t for him he wouldn’t have you bent over and cumming on his dick for like the third time.

Eren’s intentions were never to fuck you like this, so vulnerable and desperate for love and attention. How can he pass up such a beautiful opportunity when your pussy is sucking him in so nicely.

Maybe he can fuck you hard enough and make you forget about that dumb bitches name and you can see that he’s the one for you instead.

“That’s it my pretty baby, go on and come again for me.” He says in your ear as he pounds into your dripping cunt.

“E-eren, we shouldn’t b-be doing this!” You manage to say, fingers gripping the sheets tightly as his thrust pick up

“Oh now we shouldn’t be doing this? You’re so sweet but so stupid.” He says through gritted teeth, pulling you up so your back is against his chest.

You moan in pleasure at the new angle and gasp as he wraps one his large hands around your throat, gently biting down on your ear.

“You think your punk ass boyfriend took your feelings into consideration, hmm?” He asks, slowly trailing his free hand down your tummy to your puffy clit.

You let out a whine in response when his fingers rub slow circles on your clit and he squeezes your throat tighter, slowing down the speed of his hips.

“Eren!” You beg, trying to push back onto him and end up on your back.

“I asked you a question, did I not?” He asks, pushing your legs up to your chest, rubbing his angry red tip on your clit, biting his lip as the head of his dick teases your soaking hole.

“N-no, he didn’t take my feelings into consideration.” You say quietly

He flashes you a pretty smile and pushes himself inside your dripping cunt all at once. He instantly starts drilling his hips against yours without letting up.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he reaches deep inside of you, deeper than your ex ever could. You look uo and almost come at the sight in front of you.

Eren’s holding your legs up to your chest, pumping his dick inside of you quickly. His long brown hair tied up in a bun that moves with each thrust, pretty green eyes shut tightly as he gets close to cumming.

Those soft pink lips are still slightly wet from your first orgasm of the night. You love the way his abs flex each time he fucks into you, but the thing you love the absolute most is his pretty gold necklace.

He’s worn it ever since you’ve known him, a gold chain with an Aries pendant. You love it and you always have, and you really love the way the pendant dangles over your face and chest.

“E-eren” You look up at him with a desperate look in your eyes as you feel yourself getting close to the edge.

“Awe is the stupid girl gonna come? Are you gonna come all over this dick princess?” He teasingly asks, rubbing the pad of his thumb on your clit.

You nod your head and let out a squeal when he wraps a hand around your throat and leans down so his face is inches from yours.

“You don't know how to answer a question? You’re so fucking rude.” He rubs his thumb in quicker circles and smirks when you begin babbling.

On the outside Eren seems cool and collected, when in reality he’s losing hs shit. He’s really fucking the love of his life, finally getting the luxury to know what you look like when you come undone.

“R-ren, coming!” You exclaim, your cunt tightening around his dick as your orgasm takes over your body.

Your back arches and your toes curl from the intensity of your orgasm, your mouth falls open into the shape of an ‘o’ and Eren presses his lips to yours as you let out a mantra of moans.

Eren slows his hips down and pulls out of you slowly, pressing his forehead against your own. You rub his cheek with your thumb and pout as his dick twitches.

“You didn’t get to come.” You whisper, your voice becoming hoarse from all the moaning and shouting.

“I’m okay, as long as you feel good that’s what matters.” He smiles and rubs your cheek with his thumb, but that doesn’t satisfy you.

You push him onto his back and he raises an eyebrow in confusion. You give him a smile and grab the base of his dick, you slide down on him and he hisses in response.

“Fuck baby, you’re going to be the absolute death of me.” He bites his lip and his hands find their way to your hips.

He guides you back and forth on him at a slow pace, loving the way you feel around him. He throws his head back when your sensitive cunt tightens around his dick. You bend down and connect your lips together in a passionate kiss, you place your hand on his shoulders and bounce faster.

“Fuck! Y-your pussy feels so good baby!” He lets out a loud groan and squeezes your hips in his hands

“L-love the way y-you feel eren!” You hide your face in his neck and roll your hips

He thrust up into you and began pistoning his hips as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“B-baby I’m close, n-need to fill you up.” He says as his thrust gets sloppier.

“Fill me up Ren, come deep inside of me baby. Please give it to me, I-I want you to fill me up.” You hold his face and kiss him hard, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth.

He looks into your eyes and loses it, he holds you against him and ruts into you. thick ropes of his warm come fill you up. You both let out moans and whimpers as you come together. His head falls back onto the pillow and he looks up at you with a weak smile.

“I’m sorry I called you stupid. I didn’t mean any of it.” He mumbles, tracing over the shape of your lips.

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it. You’re not wrong though, I keep taking him back and getting my heart broken.”

“You deserve so much better, I’m not saying it’s me, but I’m definitely saying it's me.” You two share a laugh and he rubs small circles on your back.

“Well considering the fact I just got out of a messy relationship, I’m gonna wait before I date again.” You run your fingers through his brown locks and he rests his cheek against the palm of your hand.

“As long as I’m the only one who gets to see that fine ass in all of its glory and nobody else is coming inside of you I’ll take it.

“Deal.” You giggle and press your lips against his once more before you cuddle up next to him and drift off into a deep slumber.

Bonus: Eren gets an ego boost the next day when your ex shows up. He’s dressed up, holding a bouquet of flowers and your favorite candy, smile dropping as a shirtless and marked up Eren answers the door.

“I-Is y/n here?” Your ex nervously asks and eren nods his head.

“Yeah she’s here. We had a long night last night though so I’m not sure when she’ll wake up. I’ll let her know you stopped by. Bye now!” Eren begins closing the door.

“Can I just tell her-” Your ex tries to peek into the apartment to see if you’re in there.

“Bye now!” Eren closes and locks the door, rolling his eyes once the doors close.

“What a bitch.”

-Ari

#aot smut #aot #aot x black reader #aot x reader #aot x y/n #eren x reader #eren yaeger smut #eren yaeger x reader

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ohimsummer · 1 year

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content: armin x black! fem reader, modern! au, eren x reader, bratty! reader, rough sex, hatefucking, is this cuckolding..., also slightly proofread

Eren was fucking Armin’s girlfriend. You knew, his friends knew it, and Armin knew it, too. And he allowed it.

You’d fucked Armin’s friends before; Jean, Connie, Reiner, Porco, and Eren, all of them. Just something experimental they wanted to try out, run you through and use you like a little whore. Armin was there the whole time to make sure you were okay and comfortable. It was a one-time thing, and you never did it with the first four again. Eren, however, was a different story.

He thought you were such a bratty little bitch with a smart fucking mouth designed specifically to piss him off. Always cursing at him, telling him to shut the fuck up in front of his friends when he said something you didn’t like, and giving him enough sass for five people let alone just him. And he couldn’t fucking stand it, he had to do something about that bratty mouth of yours and put you in your place, even if it’d only last for a few days.

“Ah, Eren, f-fuck, slow down!”

Whether he wasn’t paying attention or was ignoring you altogether was a mystery, though it was likely the latter. Your hand flails in the air behind you in a futile search of his torso to get Eren to ease up, and he grabs it and forces it behind your back. He moves to lean over you with his dick still buried to the hilt in your sore, spasming cunt.

“The hell do you want?”, he hisses into your ear.

“Can you hear? I said slow down!”, you snap at him, and it earns you another vicious thrust that sends you further into you and Armin’s bedsheets.

“Why don’t you talk to me with some respect and maybe I’ll consider it.”

“Fuck you.”

He tsks at you, ass up and face shoved into a pillow, braids disheveled all over your head, and still just as feisty as ever. “You and that fucking mouth.”

The moment you had to catch your breath wasn’t nearly enough before Eren’s back to battering your pussy like he owns it. And you guess he does, for the moment anyway.

The tip of his cock hits that sweet spot amidst your gummy walls one too many times and, for the third time, you’re convulsing and gushing wildly around his dick. He snaps his hips against your ass, and then he’s filling you up once again, pulling out to watch his cum drip out of your messy hole to leak down your thighs and into the growing stain amongst the sheets. He leans back to a kneeling position; Eren chuckles as your trembling, heaving body tips over on the bed, fingers gripping the pillow for dear life. He takes in the scene, from the spot of drool soaked into the pillow, to your deep, stuttered gulps of air. Eren stares curiously as your leg extends towards him, and you feebly nudge his knee with your foot.

“Hey..”, you force the words out between gasps. ”Get up, punk. Don’t tell me you’re already done with me? Armin lasts way longer than you.”

There you go again, you and that shit attitude of yours. You’re shivering and shaking and can barely catch your breath, barely even move, and yet you can still find the energy to be a little smartass. And right as Eren was thinking of sending you back to your boyfriend in the living room, who surely heard you getting properly fucked right down the hall.

“Is that so?”, Eren mutters as he grabs your hips again, forcing you back onto your knees and lining himself up with your entrance.

A loud, drawn-out moan leaves you and bounces off the walls as Eren pushes into your pussy once again. You’re glad he’s too focused on trying to punish you to take note of that conniving, fox-like grin on your face. You can’t help having a little fun with him, he’s so easy to piss off.

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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make a movie • e. jaeger

“𝘭𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥..”

even on vacation, the most famous of celebs can’t escape prying eyes and paparazzi..in more ways than one..

cw: black fem reader, recording, eren on X GAMES MODE, implied shower sex, oral (m/f receiving), use of sex toys, anal play, pet names and name calling, choking, bondage, size and breeding kinks go brrr, some other things too

📝: nsfw, some very debaucherous filth.. possibly the nastiest thing I’ve ever written..minors dni!

the headlines were everywhere…thousands of tweets being sent out by the second and the number one trending topic across all platforms. Not to mention the plethora of Google Searches. You couldn’t escape it and if you were (y/n) (l/n) and eren jaeger right now, it may have been all but inevitable to avoid: online and in real life. The two of you sitting hand in hand, faces pointing opposite of one another as you sat before the desk of your PR manager, who was absolutely fuming. “Hip Hop’s Hottest New Couple Exposed in Sex Tape Leak.” “EJ The Don and (social media name) sex tape leak.” You wanna explain why the fuck I have to do damage control first thing on a Monday morning?” to say she wasn’t happy would be a gross understatement. After all the hard work to build your brands and images both separately and together, it may have just been shattered by some dumb punk intercepting an airdrop between you two. However, the reception on it was that of positivity if looked at in a different perspective. Perhaps the fact that people were foaming at the mouth..chomping at the bit for only a preview. Saying that the sex was so good in comparison to other celebrity videos..claiming that this was what the Kardashians wanted Kim’s to be and that they would pay top dollar for you guys to make an Onlyfans! However, your manager was not amused…nor was she keen on the idea of you two stealing snickers and laughs over your shoulders. “How the hell did this happen..?”

one week ago…

“You know this is the last time we’re gonna be together like this for a while…”

“Yeah, I know…”

it were the last words that either of you wanted to hear but it was an inevitable reality that you had to accept. In some of the only free time that the two of you had been allotted, Eren decided to whisk you away for a two week-long getaway in the islands; the Maldives to be exact. A breathtaking paradise with dozens of villas and luxurious resorts lining the ocean shore. Practically ethereal waters without a single impurity littering them, swaying palms and the prettiest sights to take in.

throughout your tenure there, the two of you had enjoyed delicious food, dancing, swimming and a plethora of other adventures. It had been a wonderful time and honestly, you weren’t prepared to call it quits. Once you guys got back to the states, you’d be a part for a while. He’d be busy with his next album and you had a string of modeling jobs lined up across the country. dating as people in the industry, it wasn’t always easy as people would think. You had to be willing to sacrifice a lot that normal couples didn’t. You’d go two to three weeks before you were in person again, weird times to talk..one may have been sleep while the other was wide awake and even seeing them with another person as part of a music video or something would drive you crazy, so naturally, when you got time to yourself like this, you wanted to enjoy it.

and at this point, you wanted to stay with him forever. Especially after fucking on him for two weeks and it being the best you’d ever had. You needed that in your life everyday! with your face fixed into a pout, Eren cupped your cheek and brushed the side of your face before kissing you.

“Don’t look like that, princess. It’ll be okay..I promise, I’ll fly out to come see you as soon as I can and we can make it work. We always have, right?” You wanted to agree but you were upset..just dreading the moment. Still, you’d be a big girl about it and nod.

“Yeah, I know, baby..”

“Good. Now c’mere..”

currently, the sun was setting over the island and you guys were cuddled up on the villa’s deck. Enjoying the picturesque view of the ocean and the clouds after a nice swim. Tomorrow, you’d be back on a jet, headed to your hometown and he’d be back in Miami. For now, you wanted this moment to last forever.

with a hand resting on his chest, (y/n) bridged the gap of space between your bodies. When he beckoned you towards him, Eren entrapped your lips into a soft kiss, barely grazing the brine before biting down gently. He knew what that did to you..knowing it was just one of the many weaknesses he drummed out. Curling his own into a smirk, he’d place a hand around the back of your neck and deepen the peck into one much sloppier.

your tongues swirling and twisting around one another in a haze of passion. Eyes shutting as you’d become entranced in the moment. Bringing your palm to rest on his cheek, you’d find yourself damn near shifted over into your man’s lap; even letting your free hand graze his crotch.

with his guard down and arousal up, you’d snake that limber little hand into his bottoms and began wrangling his shaft around.

“Mmm…keep touching me like that and I might not let you leave, shit..”

mumbling against your mouth as it was obvious you had gotten him riled up through those swim trunks.

“That a promise? ‘Cause I’ll pull that shit out..suck that dick right here..”

“..my nasty girl..I love you.”

to which, in response, he’d then snake his fingertips between your thighs and part them open, rubbing against the warmth of your panty seat. Brushing the tips of his fingers against that clothed clit..it was a little soaked and not just from the water. That let him know exactly what time it was..

“Aye, why don’t we go inside? I got an idea..”

and without hesitation, you’d follow his lead and let him usher you in, ready for whatever he had up his sleeve; sure to be a night that neither of you would soon forget.

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naturally, it didn’t take long for you two to resume your heated makeout session and with complete solitude in the sequestered suite, you had ample room to go all out! To enact on your most carnal and filthiest desires; the perverse thoughts that plagued each of your minds about one another on a daily basis. It was something about being away from home in an environment other than your own that brought out your salacious sides.

only thirty minutes shy of having been outside, your nude bodies clung to one another like moths to a flame. The heat of pure love and lust burning rampant inside of you..it was such a shame that you wouldn’t get this for a while. Luckily, Eren had quite the solution for your dilemma.

“Let’s make a movie…a little something for you to touch yourself to when I’m not around..what you think, baby?”

propositioning with his finger underneath your chin as his muscular frame towered over you. your first initial thought was how sexy that was..and how you couldn’t possibly say no. Especially when he already had you worked over so well. Taking you straight to the shower where he hoisted your leg to his shoulder, a hand around your throat as he fed you slow strokes with water cascading down your bodies. It was a no brainer…

“Yeah, come fuck me on camera..”

with that very bold declaration and a smile on your pretty face, Eren made haste in setting up the ‘equipment’ for this little homemade film, including his phone and a tripod you had brought along for vlogging purposes, which worked out perfectly. And what would a good flick be without a few props? There were some goodies you had brought along that would prove useful for your last night.

a silk rope for binding wrists, a bottle of baby oil, a small bottle of lube, a vibrator wand and a heart shaped plug..he was going to enjoy playing around with all of these!

getting the device in the right position and ready to record, all he needed now was his lovely costar. (Y/N), already lying on the bed, touching yourself…rubbing that pretty little pussy between your fingertips. Gliding them up and down your slit until he made his way over to take control.

the way he towered over you just turned you on more than anything. Your man had bulked up quite a bit in the past few months, a result of hardcore workouts with his trainer and although he was starkly taller, he was much bigger as well. In his arms, you were practically weightless and that shit got your pussy so wet..

“Having fun without me, princess? That’s just mean..”

“Mmmm…I’m sorry. Just couldn’t help myself..need you in it.”

with the cameras rolling, it was time to give his greatest performance thus far! popping your legs completely open without so much as disconnecting eye contact, Eren glided his hand south to the same spot where yours was and began massaging that clit himself. he wanted dominion over you..for you to look him in the eye and tell him that one more time with his digits deep inside of you. Working his index into your tightness and his thumb to your aching bud..

“Yeah? What you need, baby? Talk to me..”

at the moment, you were too busy spilling out moans to meet his request..but he wasn’t going to stop until he heard the admission from your own mouth. Meanwhile, he’d finger you with his right hand and fuck his own palm with the other..pumping that cock in and out until you spoke up.

“I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me, mama…”

cooing to you in the sweetest of tones as he sped up his maneuvering. Knowing that it drove you insane..he’d watch as the incoherent babble spilled from your mouth. This was amusing..he was going to enjoy making that pretty little brain go blank tonight!

truth was, you couldn’t decide if you wanted that dick first or to fuck his face..to let him slide that big ass tongue against your slit and devour it until you came.

“While you’re thinking..let me put this in..”

amid your little episode, he’d reach over to retrieve that plug and lube. Flipping over the cap, he’d let the gooey liquid coat the gleaming metal. The two of you had done anal once and it was practically life changing. You had never come so hard in your entire life and since then, you wore those little toys occasionally to make things interesting. And of course to stretch yourself out.

after all, he wasn’t an easy fit into such a tight orifice!

your beloved boyfriend continued slicking it up before sliding it in, adjusting it to your comfort. The pastel pink jewel contrasts perfectly with that gorgeous dark complexion. “Took it so good, baby..” That puckering hole was begging to be filled as was your needy little cunt. So he made your decision for you.

“F-fuck..fuck me, please!”

“What was that?”

“Fuck me, please! Give me that dick!”

letting out a soft chuckle, Eren leaned down to kiss you before pulling out his fingers and stuffing them between your lips.

“Good girl..”

whilst you tasted the remnants of your own flavor, he’d grasp your ankle and tug you closer until you were at the edge of the bed. From there, he’d pin your legs back in one fell swoop before tapping himself against that warmth. You were dripping wet and with that toy added, he’d probably be slipping in and out! Still…it wasn’t going to stop him from putting that dick, balls deep inside of you.

he’d tease you for a few moments; grazing your folds with that pre-ejaculating tip..the thickness of his girth and length causing your eyes to dilate, watching carefully in anticipation. “Swear I can’t wait to fuck you, baby..give you all this dick..all this nut. That’s what you want?”

rhetorically questioning to see you chewing your lip and nodding your head in response. “And how deep do you want it? Show me..” prompting you to glide your hand across the bottom of your stomach; the expression on your face being one of innocence when he knew full and well you were begging to be fucked like a slut!

still, it was so cute when you pretended because ‘corrupting’ you, became all that more fun.

“Then keep that hand there and don’t move it until you feel me, alright?”

“Y-yes!”

commanding as his cock head began making home between your dense little entrance. He was all but impaling you on those eight and a half inches until he had enough in to make you feel it. “I’m ‘bout to start..can I?” Ensuring that you were alright above anything but once you did, those thrusts commenced.

the first half of that thick cock slowly drilling in those walls..just enough for both of you to get acquainted… “ooh..fuck. You so tight, baby, damn..” truthfully, it couldn’t be helped. The sensation of being dually stuffed was something else. Even so, you didn’t take your eyes off of him once and let it be known you could handle it.

“Mmmm…it feels so good. So fucking good..”

whimpering as you kept that hand planted to your lower belly. He hadn’t quite made it to the designated spot just yet but he was damn sure carving out his path..feeding you deep, fluid strokes to get you worked up. That much evident by the sheath of cream all over his shaft.

that flash was beaming directly at your intertwined bodies; capturing the essence of every facial expression you made, as well your movements.

“Yeah? I’m making you feel good, princess? Fucking you the way you wanted?”

“Yes daddy..you get this pussy so wet!”

(Y/N) admitting as you became dizzy and only filling your brain with thoughts of him; going completely dumb on his dick this early in..exactly as he wanted! Regardless, with your calf resting on his shoulder and the other leg being cusped by the ankle, Eren sped up exponentially, deepening those strokes until your head fell back.

“Then open that shit up for me..let me in it, baby.”

that name seemed to have incited something inside of him because he was pumping harder; pounding that little pussy until you were housing every inch of him. He might’ve gotten carried away..

hell, you might’ve been limping or carrying his first child by the time you got to the airport tomorrow but he was going to fuck you for every night he’d be away so that when that urge hit again, you’d remember all that he done to you..the good dick he gave and how you’d never be satisfied until you had him again.

maybe that was his toxic flaw..he wanted you to be so addicted that you’d always find your way back, regardless of what happened.

“Ugh! Fuuuck…I can feel it!—feel it so fucking deep in me..”

and right now, he was well on his way when you felt that tip prodding at your g-spot, making your legs quiver and that cunt squelch around him; noises getting louder by the second.

“..make it talk to me, princess..tell me where I’m at..” his deep voice and dominating tone quickly drummed out your submissive side. As if you were just begging to be used in the worst way.

“It’s in my stomach!..oh shit..”

“And how that dick feel?”

“It feels so fucking good! You’re fucking me so good.”

“That’s right, let me know then.”

gasping and breathing heavily from the sensation, even having to laugh because there was no way you should’ve fit all of that this soon! Yet here you were; legs dangling in the air and his dick buried inside of you. Those full, heavy balls slapping against your bejeweled asshole..such a sexy sight and one that was sure to drive you both crazy when you rewatched.

but right now, he wanted to make good on your little agreement..now that he had put it where you asked, he wanted to see it for himself. Even if you were pushing on his perfect physique; pawing at his abs to slow down.

“Move that fucking hand then, lemme see it..” roughly pushing that arm to the side to reveal his own tip press through your skin. It was so attractive, honestly. With a half cocked grin on his face and strands of hair dangling over it, he’d lean down and reward his good girl with a plethora of sloppy kisses.

just to make it all that more intense, he’d grab that vibratory, flick it on and stimulate you even more! Clawing at the sheets, his chest..anything to help you stay grounded, (y/n) let out an ear shattering moan in response.

“I know, baby..I know.. but you’re taking me so good just like you said. I’m so proud of you, (y/n)..”

praising you whilst pulsating between your walls. He knew how much you loved that and to be driven further into sub space. As long as you felt safe, comfortable and affirmed, you’d do anything he asked. He learned that early on into your relationship..and exploited it every chance he got!

“Mmmm…thank you, daddy. Thank you so much..” crying as that toy whirred against your clit!

“You’re doing amazing..just like that, baby..there you go, squeeze that dick..like you want me to stay in it..”

smirking with a loving peck to your forehead and your faces only centimeters apart. At this point, you wanted to live in his skin. The way he talked to you, held you..encouraged you?! All of it had you swooning.

meanwhile, (y/n) began to tremble, stuttering over your own words and tearing up from the overstimulation. “Don’t leave me, please..I need you so bad..” when you begged him like that, he couldn’t help but to make love to you like it was the last time. Grasping your hand, your man intertwined your fingers and placed a kiss on it to quell you.

“Shhh..I’m right here, pretty girl. All yours..all this dick..just for my baby..”

the touching moment being shared between lovers, making it even harder to come back to reality. This man had you on a cloud, floating through air and fueled on ecstasy.

but that tenderness could only be temporary as he had something to prove! He knew rough sex was what you really craved..to be fucked so good, you’d cry.

while holding you close to his chest, he’d force you up by the back of your head and tell you to keep your eyes focused strictly on him…next came his hand clutching your throat, slightly restricting your air for his pleasure and your own.

once he had you in position, he’d double down; making that puckering hole pulsate with each stroke.

“Ooh..shit! Eren, I’mma fucking come, oh my god!” all you could do was grasp and claw at that muscular, tattooed forearm..bracing yourself for his brutal fucking.

“Well look at me…look me in the eye when you nut on this dick.” grimacing with a tightened grip that had your tongue dangling and eyes stuck in the back of your head. What was apparent was the smile on your face. The harder he squeezed..the more pain he inflicted, the happier you were; like a grade A masochist!

but soon, you’d be reaching your peak and pushing him out when that heavy stream of juices came barreling forth. Amidst a mind numbing orgasm, (y/n) flailed in his grasp and nearly fainted..something that had occurred a couple of times. It was a sign of how good he fucked you and an indicator to take it easy..

unfortunately for you, he wasn’t all that much in the mood for being gentle. Instead..“Wait, wait…let me taste some of that, baby. Squirt in my fucking mouth.” Immediately retracting his cock only to make haste in bending down to catch the brunt of that climax. Sticking his tongue out, Eren suckled on your twitching clit and coaxed more out.

God, were so sensitive and overstimulated but he couldn’t get enough of his girl. He wanted to lick, slurp and suck you dry after already rearranging your insides!

“ ‘Ren…I—oh my gosh..”

but when you ate pussy as skillfully as he did, you didn’t attest! Rather, just grabbed his hair and guided him along. Glancing down to see him drinking in that sweet nectar so subtly. Kissing and flicking his tongue all throughout your folds. Enjoying his greedy feast of your slick filled cunt..

lifting his head up momentarily with a mouthful of that arousal, he’d pat your cheek to prompt your mouth open before spitting a portion into it.

“You taste so fucking sweet… ‘can’t get enough.” mumbling against your sex as you moaned his name and clutched his hair. You were still dripping, leaving remnants trickling down his chin but he didn’t care. It was his reward if anything. But he figured it was best to stop before you really collapsed on him.

“Let’s give this little pussy a break..c’mere.” Tugging you up once more with a final peck to your clit and lips before positioning you on the floor. From there, his six foot four Adonis-like frame towered over you as you sat on your knees. right in front of the camera, (y/n) let his length dangle in your face, tongue extended out and mouth agape with a huge smile because you couldn’t wait. You loved sucking him off, especially to taste yourself on it.

“I ain’t even gotta tell you what to do with it..eat this dick up for me, baby. You know how I like that shit..”

opening your mouth with your hands on his hips, you’d twirl your tongue around his tip a couple times before kissing it. You knew better than to tease him or he’d be fucking that throat for you. But you wanted your revenge for him nearly fucking you unconscious. You wanted to hear him moaning now..

eventually, you’d begin to take him a little further..pursing your lips around that shaft before swallowing over half. It took no time for you to get your rhythm..bobbing that head back and forth, and even massaging his balls. As you started getting more into it, Eren clasped your hair back, keeping it from your face to make sure you had no distractions.

sounds of slurping and gagging began to erupt from your mouth; pace going from slow to sloppy in less than a minute and the strings of saliva and precum trickling to your chin and breasts were proof. Not caring how you looked or how nasty it got, as long as he was satisfied. Exhaling heavily through your nose, (y/n) sucked profusely until you could move your head further down his cock.

“Oh..shit! You not playing, huh?..” laughing from the incredible sensation and your insane work. After only a few minutes, that face was plastered with your own spit; a sopping mess but one well worth it! He’d try to buck his hips forward to help you but made it very clear you were in control now..

even winking at the camera in an air of confidence before devouring him again.

“F-fuck. That’s my dirty little slut.”

you’d gain that rhythm and keep it..brushing the underside of his shaft, licking his sack and even taking him to the base until you spat up all over him; your forehead pressing to his pelvis until you came up for air. You felt it pulsate in your throat and knew you were killing him. It was only when you pulled it out to jerk him off did he lean down to kiss you and further slick your jaws with more spit. Not that it wasn’t slippery enough as is.

“Damn, (y/n)..You’re so fucking nasty, baby. Sucking my shit like that..”

“Told you I would..don’t play with me.”

with your eyes glazed over in that slutty glare, you’d just continue pumping him in your palm. Meanwhile, you’d return your tongue to his balls, flicking your tongue around the sensitive vein to really get him yelping. Eren’s chest heaved, his breaths getting louder as his peak grew closer. He wanted to paint that pretty face and titties so bad but he had to hold back..

for selfish reasons if nothing else..to stuff you full of his seed and have him with you wherever you went. That’s when he’d halt you, grasping your throat to kiss you once more. It was so hot how he always shoved his tongue in your mouth after giving him head.

“Fuck..that was so good.”

declaring before catching his breath and grasping you in his arms. Lifting you as if you were nothing more than a weightless rag doll, he tossed you onto the bed and flipped you until you sat on all fours. It seemed you had brought out his aggression, which meant you were about to fucked beyond belief.

“Arch that back, hurry up.” commanding with a heavy slap to your right cheek. Which you were quick to do..whilst you did so, Eren reached for the silk rope and oil. He had plans and couldn’t wait another second to execute them. The thought of giving you backshots and inevitably fucking that pretty ass was making him feral.

once you were in position, he’d pop that cap open and pour the clear liquid all over that brown bottom, slowly rubbing it in circles. The sight was beautiful..almost akin to something from an actual porno. And of course, you’d put on a bit of a show for him, bouncing it in the air and making them clap.

“Yeah..you know what I like. Look back at me while you do it, mama.” Twerking whilst twisting your head around to glare up at him. It was a shame how many times he had busted a healthy nut just from watching that big, round ass bounce alone..less known watching it slathered in oil.

“Mmmm..can’t wait for you to fuck this ass..wanna be so full of you.”

making his cock twitch with your declaration. He had no issue fulfilling your request and then some. Moving closer with his palm stretched out, he’d place it into the small of your back and then proceed to press your head to the mattress so that you were exactly as he needed you.

“Don’t worry, imma give you all this dick..have you dripping with this nut when I’m done..”

assuring you along the way while binding your hands behind your back. He wanted to make certain you didn’t run or try to get away. You asked for it as far as he was concerned! Aligning himself with your puffy, sore pussy..you found that tip splitting those lips open and entering you yet again.

only now, he wasted no time prepping you because that slick greeted him the second he put it inside. Letting out an audible moan and tossing his head back. It still had a whole lot more grip than he expected so he could only imagine how tight your other hole was. He wasn’t going to last anytime at this rate!

especially with the way you were shaking that ass against him and the sounds grew louder? This is why he always came so quickly with backshots..

still, he’d feed you full strokes with that plump backside colliding with his pelvis. Keeping his hand cuffed around your wrists, Eren met you halfway..slamming and rutting his hips into you so hopelessly. The moans coming from his mouth were absolutely cute and pathetic, and yet..he persisted!

“Fuck me! Yes…right there, ‘Ren! So deep in this pussy..”

“Yeah? Well I’m about to come, baby! I’m fucking—ahh!”

all of his restraint and resolve wore thin..a result of that warmth clasping around him. And soon, it’d catch up with him and eventually, you found yourself finally filled with his first load! Those hot white strings spilling into your aching cunt. He had quite literally beaten it up at this point..

you thought for certain he’d tap out after that but there was a little more left in his tank for the final round! hovering over your back now, he’d place a foot into the mattress and tap into his second wind. This time, you’d find that plug discarded to the floor and that ass spread wide open.

“..give me this ass..bet it feels so goddamn tight.” growling with a firm grasp on your arms as he teased that opening. Your eyes were fluttering, hair and lash extensions completely disheveled but he was going to get one more nut out of you no matter what.

“F-fuck..daddy, I can’.. ‘s too much, no more..”

but your whining and tears were of no absolve to him and instead, you found that foot gently planted to your skull. All while teasing that tip against it.

“Shut the fuck up…” grunting so aggressively that his words alone almost made you come!

“You asked for it, princess, so take it..”

placing both hands to your cheeks to give himself ample room; letting a trail of saliva fall onto it before pushing it in.

“Take this fucking dick in that ass, you can do it.”

You were more than ready for it now and if you weren’t, he’d make sure you were well stretched when he finished! (Y/N) on the other hand was gasping for air, eyes extended out of your skull and drool seeping down the corners of your mouth. The sensation was one that you’d never quite get used to but it was euphoric.

something that everyone should try at least once in your opinion. He wanted to go slow..pace himself and you but the pressure swelling in his cock just wouldn’t allow it.

it was so incredibly tight and that spongy flesh didn’t want to give but you’d relax that anus for him to fit at least four inches..enough to drive you both crazy!

he had to keep moving before he blew his load prematurely. The two of you exchanged huffs, moans and heavy cries but the best stride was saved for last. Fortunately, he’d find his rhythm and before long..he had mounted you like a fucking animal..not letting up until he had you taking all his knots.

“I’m coming! I’m coming..please!” wailing out from underneath his clutch. That ass arched all the way in the air for the camera to get a clear view of you taking it this way…as well as another splash of squirting, just waiting to exit your body. It was so powerful, and the pressure was too much to bear but he wanted you to meet him there;

“Wait for me, baby. We’ll come together, okay…”

“Okay!..”

trying his hardest to be dominant and hell, keep it together but that was all but useless. Finally though, he’d give his signal and the two of you would fall into those blissful climaxes as one..

for a moment, thought you’d seen stars. Right then and there..you practically went limp, proving that this position was no joke..

you were out for the count, spent and tired but both of you mustered up enough energy to kiss ever so passionately. Discreetly snaking around to untie your hands, he’d pull you into his arms as if he never wanted to let go. Coming down from your insurmountable high, he’d brush your face and smile at you with all the adoration in the world. Exchanging ‘I love you’ s in the process.

“Are you okay, princess? How you feel?..”

“I’m feeling like I want us to stay here forever.”

giggling softly into his chest as you collapsed onto one another. Eren couldn’t help but to dote on you while holding you close and kissing your forehead. He admittedly got a little rough but it was out of sheer love. Besides, you knew you were always safe with him.

“Well I don’t know about forever but hell, I think we can wait one more night.”

ready to ditch all forms of responsibility just to stay by his lady’s side..that’s how he was but now you had this beautiful memory to treasure when you eventually did have to part ways.

a memory just between you two to enjoy when prying eyes weren’t around.

or so you had hoped!…

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