mazzaratiehotty

[mazzaratiehotty]

daze.

| reader is new in town and goes around with her bestfriend. She meets Onyankopon who is entranced by her at first sight and is set on making her his. |

cw : strangers to lovers. dom! Ony, fem! sub shy awkward reader, reader is black, doggy style, anal play (ony eats her ass), oral sex (f receiving), spit, fluids, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (mamas, princess, lil ‘ma, etc.), praise, biting, pussy slapping, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, cock drunk reader, slight pussy drunk ony, overstimulation, crying, pwp.

word count : hella long bc there’s lots of plot 🥹

sn : wrote this for fun, hopefully y’all will enjoy it 💞

You had been away for college for a long while but now that you graduated with your masters degree and had a break, you came to visit your best friend. You were hesitant about being in a new environment again but you were excited to see your bestfriend because it had been so long since the two of you spent time together.

The two of you were polar opposites, her being loud and charismatic, feisty and unafraid to show off her rambunctious personality. You on the other hand were shy, mostly quiet and meek, only getting out of your shell when you were comfortable with people. You guys suited each other perfectly though, the true definition of opposites attracting.

You squinted your eyes, your car now in a slow stroll along the street as you searched for your friend’s address. You perked up once you found it, pulling into her driveway and parking. Excitement built up inside you as you hopped out the car and approached her front door. You knocked a little too eagerly but you couldn’t help yourself. Nao was excited as well, rushing to open the door and hug you.

You both squealed as you hugged dramatically and spun a bit. “Bitch I missed your ass so much! Oh my god I have so much tea for you!” Nao exclaimed excitedly. You giggled, “I missed you so much too. You always have something going on. I can’t wait to hear all about it though.” You smiled at her. “ugh, my baby is back with me.” Nao sighed dramatically before she kissed your cheeks. You loved the affection, Nao always giving motherly vibes.

Nao helped you get your bags from your car and she didn’t waste any time to start ranting to you as you two began to unpack your things in her guest room. “—He really tried to play in my face like I’m one of his lil hoes. Can’t stand these niggas out here. He keep tryna blow up my phone but I’m ignoring his ass.” Nao expressed while shaking her head. You just took in the info, laughing a little. “Which one was this? Eren?” You asked, trying to keep up.

“Nah, Eren my baby boy. I’m talking about Connie hoe ass. Connie mad now because him and Eren homeboys. I don’t give a fuck though.” Nao said honestly with a cackle. “Oh my god, that’s so messy. I support though. As you should!” You encouraged with a laugh. “What about you though sis? Any dude try to pull up on you at college?” Nao asked.

“Nope. Well I guess some tried but they were all weirdos, I wasn’t interested. Plus you know I need someone who will take care of me.” You said honestly with a hum. “Girl, you need to put yourself out there more. You’re a bad bitch, I’m sure guys will drool over you. You’re just too picky.” She said while shaking her head in disapproval. “I could put you on.” She suggested as she perked up.

“No, no. I refuse to be put on with one of those guys you hang around. You know that’s not my vibe.” You refused immediately. “Ugh, come on! Just give it a chance!. We could literally pull up at Connie’s crib, everyone be over there.” She persuaded with a pout as she pulled on your arm. “Eh, the guys you hang with wouldn’t even be interested in me.” You sighed.

“You don’t know that!. Just come with me, please? Pretty please? Cherry on top? Love and adore you forever?” She begged as she laid her head on your shoulder. You rolled your eyes, laughing “alright, I’ll come. But! I’m not getting put on with no one.” You clarified. “Yay! So exciting!” She cheered in victory. “Isn’t it gonna be awkward for you to be at Connie’s house though?” You asked once you realized.

“Eh, he don’t mind. He too obsessed with me to leave me alone.” She confidently said with a shrug, you laughed. “Y’all are a mess. That’s exactly why I will not partake in that kind of relationship.” You stated. “You will when you find some good dick.” She blurted causing you to gasp and hit her with a pillow, she burst out laughing at your reaction. It was nice spending time with Nao again, the two of you spent the rest of the night catching up and enjoying each other’s company.

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You were dreading this gathering now, you hated meeting people. You had Nao by your side though so you figured it wouldn’t be so bad. Nao looked sexy as fuck, dressed in a red corset top, a black jean skirt, and some ‘university red’ dunks with her crinkle curl black lace front, gold jewelry to compliment the outfit.

You differed in style, dressed in a lacy white tank top with a white cardigan, you wore a pink skirt with white leg warmers and pink converse, your hair was in a half up half down look and you had on hoop earrings with a little charm bracelet. “You look so adorbs!” Nao gushed over you. You blushed, “thanks, you look so good. They’re gonna drool over you forreal.” You complimented with a giggle.

“That’s the goal.” She sassily said as she flipped her hair. The two of you walked up to what was apparently Connie’s house and Nao didn’t even bother to knock, just walking on in like she owned the place. Luckily for you it wasn’t overly crowded, just a couple people hanging around. It appeared this house was a true hang out spot. “Yoo, losers. The baddest bitch has arrived.” Nao greeted theatrically.

Everyone greeted her too, she was clearly comfy with everyone here, you just followed behind her like a clueless puppy only uttering ‘hi’s’ and ‘nice to meet you’s’ whenever Nao introduced you to people. Unbeknownst to you, someone had taken a particular interest in you. “Yo, who’s lil mama?” Ony asked Jean as they stood together sharing a blunt. “Uh don’t know but she came with Nao. They’re homegirls” Jean shrugged.

“Mm.” Ony hummed in response to the information, still observing you with his low slightly red eyes. “What? You tryna hit that?” Jean asked with a laugh. “Nah, just curious.” Ony dismissed. It was rare to see a cute thing like you around so it intrigued Ony, he didn’t typically go for girls like you but he wouldn’t mind taking his chances. You caught his stare when you began to mindlessly look around, it caught you off guard seeing the male staring at you so intensely.

It also confused you a bit, you didn’t understand why he was looking at you. You unconsciously pouted a bit and tilted your head as you tried to think of what the reason could be. Ony felt his heart swoon a little at the adorable sight, you were just too cute. “Lying ass. You definitely wanna tap that.” Jean laughed as he peeped the scene. “Shut your ass up.” Ony snapped.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked Nao. She looked at you confused, “No, why do you think that?” She asked as she thoroughly inspected your face. “Because some guy was staring at me so I wanted to make sure. That would’ve been embarrassing.” You said in slight relief. “Which guy?!” She perked up, eager to find out. You subtly pointed to him, standing against the wall with some other guy.

He was dressed in black cargo pants and a white tee, a black durag on his head with some white forces on his feet. He had little diamond stud earrings in his ears and a silver chain around his neck. He had a tattoo on one of his hands and one on his collarbone. “Oo! That’s Ony! Girl that is crazy! Ony doesn’t get interested in many girls. You should go speak!” Nao excitedly encouraged.

You sheepishly shook your head, “Noo, you know I hate approaching people.” You said as you played with your sweater paws. “I know but you need to put yourself out there!. You want me to call him over?” She offered. Your eyes went wide, frantically shaking your head, not liking that idea at all. Nao sighed, “Well I’m not gonna put you in an uncomfortable position but I really think you should feel him out.” She hummed. You chewed on your lip, debating it as you glanced at him.

He was definitely attractive but he seemed way out of your league. You wouldn’t even know how to handle a guy like him. This time he was the one who caught you staring, blowing smoke from his mouth after taking a hit from a blunt. You immediately looked away, flustered that he caught you looking at him. Ony smirked at your shy reaction, “she’s too damn cute.” He mumbled to himself. “Bro just go over and talk to her at this point instead of drooling, damn.” Jean said, annoyed.

Ony rolled his eyes, elbowing Jean in the side before he actually did take the initiative and walked up to you. You didn’t even notice him approaching, turned towards Nao and focused on what she was currently chatting about. Ony cleared his throat once he stood behind you, instantly gaining your attention as you whipped around to see who it was. “What’s up little ‘ma.” Ony greeted once he had your attention. You stared at up him like a deer in headlights, “Uhm..hi~” you replied shyly.

Nao’s eyes flickered between the two of you knowingly with a mischievous grin on her face. She didn’t waste any time slipping away so that you and ony could talk privately. “You new around here?” Ony asked you, starting small talk as he took a sip from his red solo cup. “Yeah, I just got here the other day” You said as you began to nervously play with your hair, you knew you were probably being awkward but you sucked at conversation. Ony didn’t mind your shy awkward demeanor though, finding it adorable.

“Oh my bad, I’m onyankopon by the way but you can call me ony.” He introduced himself with a smile, allowing you to see the silver grill on the bottom row of his teeth. He was definitely not the type of guy to go for a girl like you. “Nice to meet you~” You said your usual textbook reply, smiling back at him politely. Ony fixated on your pretty smile, your little dimples appearing on your cheeks along with your glossy lips. In that moment he felt like he’d do whatever to keep that smile on your face.

“You close with Nao?” He questioned. You nodded, “Mhm, she’s my bestfriend, we’ve been close for a long time and I love her a lot.” You expressed happily as you grinned. “That’s cute.” Ony smiled, enjoying seeing you happily ramble. Ony’s stare was so intense and intimidating as he ate up every detail of your figure with his eyes, it made your heart pound furiously in your chest. That ba-boom ba-boom ba-boom nonstop in your system.

“My homie Jean convinced me to approach you since I kept staring at you, hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” Ony chuckled as he rubbed at his chin. “Oh!, I wasn’t uncomfortable, just mostly confused..I didn’t understand why you were staring at me.” You admitted honestly with a soft laugh as you shyly fiddled with your charm bracelet.

Ony’s eyes tracked the movement, fully attentive to your every action. “Because you’re beautiful. Cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Can’t keep my eyes off you mama.” Ony’s low sultry voice spoke honestly as he stared into your now wide eyes. “I-I uhm..” You stuttered out, speechless and beyond flustered now. You even let out a faint whine in embarrassment as you shifted from foot to foot.

You weren’t used to such shameless and honest flattery so you didn’t know how to process it and respond. Ony was torn because a part of him loved watching you squirm and crumble because of his words, and the other part of him wanted to ease your turmoil and comfort you. “You can relax mama, it’s alright. I just wanted to clear up your confusion.” His comforting side won, his voice soft and soothing.

“Sorry, I’m not used to accepting compliments, especially from a guy like you..thank you though.” You managed out after awhile, breathing out to calm yourself. “A guy like me? What’s that mean mama?” Ony prodded with a teasing grin. You swore you’d fold and burst at the seams if he called you ‘mama’ one more time. The way it rolled off his tongue just sounded so nice.

“I-I mean..uh..” You stammered out as you smiled shyly. “You know, you’re attractive and intimidating..and you go for girls like Nao” You explained, completely embarrassed. Ony was highly amused as he listened to you try to elaborate, a grin on his face. “Cute. You think I’m attractive sweet girl?” Ony asked, continuing to tease. “Also I don’t go for girls like Nao. I want you.” Ony said honestly.

You felt your heart skip a beat hearing that, getting a little giddy as you bit down on your bottom lip to hold back your huge smile. Ony eyed the action of you biting your lip, his mind drifting to a not so innocent place. “Let me take you out on a date.” He suddenly said. You looked at him in slight shock, his straightforwardness catching you off guard.

You contemplated your answer because you were unsure. You did think Ony was very attractive and you liked talking to him but you were afraid of this not going well. You decided to take Nao’s advice though and take your chances. “okay, I’d love to~” You smiled. Ony felt like he won the lottery. The two of you then exchanged numbers before Ony got pulled away by his friends.

“I’ll text you later mamas.” Ony told you before y’all parted ways. You were giddy to tell Nao all the details about your interaction with Ony. He stayed true to his word too, texting you sooner than you expected. You texted him on your way back home with Nao. “This is soo exciting! Do you know where he’s taking you yet?” Nao questioned excitedly as she drove.

“A restaurant, I think it’s fancy.” You informed her. “Oo can I dress you up? Pretty please, I wanna make you all sexy. Make him lose his shit.” Nao laughed. “Of course that’s what you wanna do.” You laughed too while shaking your head. “You can dress me up though, I want the sexy bad bitch vibes.” You agreed, thinking it’d be nice to switch it up for this occasion.

“Yessuh!, You’re gonna get dicked down real good.” Nao cackled evilly. You gasped, “You’re nasty! Horny ass.” You laughed in disbelief. “Girl you know damn well you’re not miss innocent, with your kinky ass.” Nao called you out as the two of you laughed together. “Hush, I still have class~” You huffed with a grin.

Throughout the night you and Ony texted nonstop, him constantly flattering you and giving you butterflies with his sweet words. Despite you being really shy in person you were more bold through text, saying things you’d never say directly to his face but it was fun to play around. Little did you know though, Ony was gonna make you stand on your words.

onyanbear 😫🧸: why you keep playing with me ma? you think I won’t put you in your place?

you : bc it’s funnn, you’re not gonna do anything. You’re scaryyy, all talk, no action

onyanbear 😫🧸 : ight, keep talking that big girl shit. We’ll see.

You were giggling and kicking your feet reading his responses, you knew you were probably digging yourself a hole but it was too fun to tease and provoke him. You honestly didn’t think he’d actually act on his words. You’d learn soon enough though that he was not playing.

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You were honestly a nervous wreck as you prepared for your date with Ony. You hadn’t been on a date in awhile and you’d say you had a crush on Ony at this point so it was exciting and nerve-racking all at the same time. Nao provided you with a little silk black dress that shaped your curves in all the right ways and showed off your figure. You paired the dress with black heels that wrapped up your ankles.

You curled your hair, doing a natural makeup beat and putting on red lipstick. This was definitely different from your usual cutesy style but you looked good. You put on jewelry, just some stud earrings and a bracelet, along with an anklet. “You look good as fuck! I’m so proud.” Nao exclaimed before she began taking pictures of you like a proud mom.

“Thank you” You laughed and posed for some of the pictures. “When’s he pulling up?” Nao asked. “Uhm in about 10 minutes or so I think.” You hummed as you checked your phone, seeing his text saying that he was on his way. “You excited? You like him so far?” Nao prodded teasingly and eagerly. You giggled, “I am excited but I also feel like throwing up from nerves. I do like him so far..he’s nice.” You admitted with a shy smitten grin.

“Oo, this is so adorable. I’m happy you’re giving him a chance.” Nao smiled. Soon Ony pulled up, calling you to let you know he was outside. “Okay I’ll be out soon!~” You told him. You quickly got up, spraying on your favorite perfume and grabbing your purse before you walked out to see Ony standing outside his car waiting for you. His attention was on you the second you stepped out, eyes eating up your figure.

“You look so sexy ‘ma. breathtaking.” Ony hummed, not being able to take his eyes off you as his hands found their way to your waist. Your face flushed, growing shy as your stomach swarmed with flutters at his words and the feel of his hands on your body. “Thank you” You said with a smile. “You look good too, really good.” You returned the flattery as you eyed him as well.

He was dressed in a black and grey hockey jersey and some black jeans, ‘panda’ dunks on his feet. He had on the same chain and he had rings adorning his fingers this time. He smelled so good too, his intoxicating scent so yummy in your nostrils. “thanks mama.” Ony grinned before he pecked your cheek. He was being extra touchy this time around but you didn’t mind it at all, you were soaking it up actually.

“Let’s go.” Ony said as he opened the car door for you, allowing you to slide into the passenger seat. He closed the door after you and then rounded around the car and sat in the driver’s seat. He adjusted the air and the radio before he began to drive. You just watched him the whole time, completely infatuated with him and his whole aura. Your inner thoughts screaming about how he was ‘fine as fuck’. You wouldn’t say it out loud though, too shy to do so.

“You staring real hard lil mama, see something you want?” Ony asked in that smooth low voice of his that made you melt, his eyes still focused on the road but his attention completely on you. ‘slow down’ by bobby valentino played lowly on the radio, creating a mood in the car and further adding to the building tension. You didn’t know how to respond, mouth parting but no words coming out, flustered by his question.

You did see something you wanted, you wanted him, really badly too. You weren’t gonna admit that though. “N-No..just like staring at you..” You partially confessed sheepishly as you played with the hem of your dress. Ony chuckled, the sound filling your ears and consuming you, so pleasing to your senses. “That’s cute baby. You’re so shy now, what happened to big girl in my messages? Talking all big about how I can’t handle you, you gon’ make me nut in my pants, how I ain’t gon’ do shit, I’m not daddy material, Hm? Where’s that energy at ‘ma?” Ony called you out, making your eyes blow wide.

You didn’t think he’d make you eat your words, it was embarrassing hearing your own words repeated back to you. “I-I..I was playing!” You defended, not wanting to bury yourself further. “Ah, so you’re the one that’s scary then? All talk, no action? Ain’t that what you said?. After you said I wouldn’t bend you over my lap and spank your little ass.” Ony continued, loving seeing you fall apart from being called out.

You were pouting now, “I’m not scary, I did say that and I was right. You still ain’t do shit.” You huffed, now standing on your words because you weren’t gonna let him doubt you and call you ‘scary’. “Mm.” was all Ony said in response as he grinned, he was glad you were still being a brat, just so he could turn you right back out. The two of you arrived at the restaurant and once Ony parked he was quick to snatch you up by your neck.

You let out a choked gasp, staring at him wide eyed as he pulled your face towards his, his large hard squeezing around your throat making you whine. “I love that attitude shit ‘ma. It makes my day. You keep fucking with me because you want me to fuck that attitude out of you, don’t you?” Ony uttered against your lips, your breaths mingling together, the proximity and his words putting you in a daze.

“You want daddy to fuck you stupid? Turn you into my good girl?” Ony hummed, you let out another whine. You wanted to kiss him so bad, your lips parted, tongue practically about to fall out from how desperately you wanted it. Right when you tried to lean in, Ony pulled away and let you go. “Come on, we’re gonna be late for our reservation.” He said as he got out of the car.

You were bewildered, stuck processing what just happened as Ony opened the passenger side door for you. Ony was completely amused at the lost look on your face, it was priceless. He contained his nonchalant appearance though. “Come back to me mama, let’s go.” Ony hummed, trying to snap you out of your trance.

It worked, you immediately got out of the car and began to follow him into the restaurant, a slight embarrassed flush on your face as you realized how desperate you must’ve looked moments ago. Ony led the two of you to your table once you entered the restaurant. Being the gentleman he was he pulled your seat out for you, “thank you” you said softly with a smile as you sat down.

He hummed in response and pushed your seat in. The two of you got settled and ordered. “You gonna act like a good girl now?” Ony asked you after the waiter left, slightly joking as he looked at you. You pouted, “No” you huffed softly. You were gonna stand your ground, plus you were still disappointed that he didn’t actually kiss you. Ony chuckled at your response.

“You’re lucky you’re cute as fuck.” He expressed with a grin. You were flattered, folding again at his sweet words as you smiled and grew shy again. “I tried to look sexy today though” You muttered as you adjusted your dress a bit. “You do look sexy, very sexy. You also look cute though, cutest thing ever. You have a nice mix of both.” He told you honestly, only flattering you more as you grinned giddily.

“Not cute enough for you to kiss me though..” you mumbled, you intended to say that in your head and not out loud but it slipped. Ony couldn’t help but to laugh, he was satisfied with getting you all sulky. “don’t laugh~ it’s embarrassing.” You whined as you covered your face with your hands. “My bad baby, you don’t have to be embarrassed, it’s adorable you want me to kiss you so bad.” He comforted with a soft laugh as he pulled your hands away from your face, kissing your hands as he did.

You felt those now familiar butterflies swarm in your system at his soft plump lips against your hands. You could only imagine feeling his lips elsewhere..the thought giving you shivers. “You happy now?” He asked as he now held your hand, interlocking your fingers with his. You loved it so much, his hand in yours, it was so comforting and intimate. You wished he’d kiss your lips but you were happy with what was given to you. “I am, very happy” You giggled.

“that’s good mamas.” He smiled before he kissed your hand again, kissing down to your wrist. “You smell good as fuck..got me wanting to eat you ‘ma..” he sighed as he looked into your eyes. You stared back, silent now but your heart pounding loudly in your ears. That ravenous look in his eyes had you stuck, your breathing slowing as anticipation began to build inside you.

Ony constantly kept you on edge but you loved it, and sometimes you felt the urge to go over that edge. “Why don’t you then?” You uttered out, not backing down from his stare. Ony smiled at your words, “You’d like that wouldn’t you mamas? My head between your legs? That sweet pussy suffocating me?” He teased. If you weren’t wet already, you definitely were now. His words effecting you and making your pussy ache to be touched.

“I would like that, soo much, please” You hadn’t intended to beg but it seemed Ony made you desperate with ease. He chuckled, “We’re gonna eat first babe and have our date, you can be a good girl and wait.” He stated before he kissed your cheek. You pouted but agreed, wanting to be good and also wanting to finish your date since you’d been excited for this date.

Soon the food arrived and the two of you began to eat, the food was heavenly. You two talked and got to know each other even more. “—So you’re beautiful and smart as hell, I hit the jackpot.” Ony grinned. You had just finished telling him about your college accomplishments, “oh hush, you probably have had plenty of smart beautiful women.” You giggled.

“Nah, none like you at least. You’re a gem mamas.” He said genuinely. His sweet words always made you swoon, falling for him more and more by the second. “You’re so sweet to me.” You said softly as you smiled. “You deserve it and I’m tryna make you mine so I have to be sweet to you.” He smiled as he finished off the dessert you ordered. You gasped, “You ate the last bite!” You whined in disappointment stomping your feet in your heels.

Ony couldn’t help but to laugh, cackling as you pouted and sulked like a baby. “You’re not sweet anymore.” You huffed as you crossed your arms. “God, you’re so cute it makes me sick.” He said with a grin while shaking his head as his laughter died down. “Here ‘ma, you can taste the last bite too.” He said before he grabbed you by your jaw and kissed you deeply.

It caught you off guard, you took a minute to process what was happening before you began to kiss him back. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the feeling of his lips against yours, his tongue pushing through the seam of your lips to fill your mouth, allowing you to taste the residual of the dessert. He dominated the kiss easily, his tongue tangling messily with yours and pushing against the insides of your cheeks. He began to suck on your tongue, making you moan into the kiss.

“shit..” he groaned lowly as he broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips still. Your head was fuzzy from the kiss, your breathing heavier as your now low lust filled eyes stared into Ony’s pretty brown eyes. He licked his lips, breaking the saliva string between your lips. Your eyes fixated on the movement, completely entranced by the man.

Ony was just as enamored by you, your red lipstick now slightly smudged on your plush lips. That needy look in your eyes that seemed eager to be satiated. You were just so beautiful and he couldn’t get enough of it. “Mm, you taste better than the dessert mama” he said, it was kinda a cheesy line but he meant it. “Should’ve kiss you sooner..” he mumbled before he pecked your lips again repeatedly.

You loved every second of it, kissing him back as much as you could, smiling into the kisses. You felt completely head over heels at this point. “Let’s head out mama” he hummed as he pulled away. He paid for the meal and held your hand as you two exited the restaurant, getting back into his car. You were in a relaxed state on the night drive, ony’s hand resting on your thigh and your head leaned against the window, shamelessly watching him as he drove.

“You wanna go back to my place baby?” Ony asked as he gave your thigh a small squeeze. “Yes please” you said, a little too eagerly causing ony to chuckle. You couldn’t help it though, you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, be completely consumed by him. It wasn’t long before you guys arrived at his house.

You observed the place with curiosity, “You live alone?” You questioned as the two of you got out of the car. “Mhm, roommates aren’t my style. Too much of a hassle. I like having my own shit.” He said as he unlocked his front door. You nodded in understanding, “Makes sense.” You hummed before letting out a squeak in surprise when Ony suddenly picked you up.

You didn’t get a chance to get a word out before Ony started eating your face, kissing you with desperation as he gripped your ass. Truth be told Ony couldn’t wait to get his hands on you, being tempted the whole time as you provoked him and he snapped after he kissed you, wanting to devour you whole after that. You moaned into the kiss, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you pulled him closer.

Ony began to carry you upstairs to his bedroom as the two of you continued kissing. He sucked on your bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth and making you whine out. He loved all the cute noises you made, wanting to pull more of them out of you. He left opened mouthed kisses down your neck prior to running his tongue up your neck all the way to your ear, pulling your earlobe into his mouth. He wanted to taste every inch of you.

You shivered at the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive ear, your nails beginning to dig into his neck as you whined pathetically. He threw you onto the bed once you guys made it to his bedroom, making you gasp. “Mhm, I ain’t forget about all that big girl shit you talked. You gon’ learn not to play in my face.” He reminded you as he pulled his shirt off, allowing you to see his bare upper body, his chest covered in tattoos.

You gawked at him, your eyes eating up every detail of his body. Ony pulled you by your legs, treating you like a rag doll as he parted your thighs causing your little dress to rise up. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful ‘ma” Ony sighed in delight as he began to kiss from your calf up to your inner thighs, goosebumps following the trail of his kisses. You flushed at his compliment, you loved the nonstop flattery.

You wanted him so badly, watching him as he took his time getting to the place that ached so desperately to be touched. Ony paused once he reached your wet cunt, his breath ghosting against your clothed cunt in an agonizingly teasing way. You quickly grew impatient as you began to whine and squirm, “stop teasing me” you huffed as you whined. He chuckled, “So fuckin’ needy” he tsked as he slapped your thigh to get you to stop squirming.

You whimpered and pouted but ceased your movement, “you’re taking too long. still no action…” you muttered as you rolled your eyes. “You ain’t getting shit from me unless you start actin’ right mama” he stated as he stared up at you. You stared back at him, huffing once you realized you weren’t gonna win in this situation. “fine, I’ll act right..” you obliged. “good girl.” He praised and placed a kiss on your clothed clit.

You swooned at the praise, soaking it up more than you thought you would. Ony didn’t waste anymore time, pulling your panties off and tossing them aside before he delve into your sweet pussy, dragging his tongue through your slick folds. You moaned out in satisfaction at finally getting what you had been craving since you saw ony standing outside his car waiting for you.

He suckled on your throbbing bud, his fingers spreading your lips apart as he focused on the sensitive ball of nerves. You gripped the bedsheets as you whined and moaned out shamelessly in pleasure. You were a dripping mess, ony making sure to lick up all of your fluids, the lewd slurping and sucking sounds filling the room as he did.

“such a pretty fuckin’ pussy” he awed as he pulled away and stared at your messy cunt, glistening with your slick. Ony spit on your pussy, adding to the filthy mess before he pushed his tongue into your entrance. “oh fuck” you moaned as you threw your head back, falling apart at the feeling of ony’s tongue fucking into you. Ony hummed as he devoured you with ease, enjoying every second of it and loving the sight of you becoming an incoherent mess.

His eyes fixated on you and your every reaction. Your dress bunched up around your waist, your hair sprawled out on his bedsheets, mouth parted in bliss and your eyes fluttered shut, cheeks flushed and nipples hard. You looked so beautiful, Ony felt like he was looking at a work of art. Ony licked up the fluids that ran down to your ass, you gasped and instinctively tried to close your legs when you felt his tongue prod at that hole that hadn’t been touched before.

“nah, none of that shit. stop playin’ with me.” He said as he pulled your legs back apart, gripping them in place so you couldn’t move them. You whined, shaking your head and squirming when you felt Ony’s thumb pressing on your ass hole. “n-not there..” you whimpered, not used to being touched there. “relax mama, let me take care of you. You can handle it.” He soothed as he placed kisses on tummy.

Ony used the mixture of his saliva and your juices as lubricant to ease his thumb into your tight hole, “onyy~” you cried out at the feeling as you clawed at the bedsheets. “You’re doing so good mamas” he praised before he started to eat you out again while his thumb continued to stimulate your sensitive hole. Tears brimmed your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure, your senses on overdrive at the combined feeling of ony’s tongue on your achy pussy and his thumb stretching your backside.

Ony stretched the tight ring until he was satisfied and then he pushed his tongue into your puckered hole, making you squeal as your back arched. He groaned as he fucked his tongue into you, starting this pattern of licking from your ass all the way back up to your throbbing clit, messily eating you out as drool pooled from his mouth onto your cunt down to your ass crack. You were a moaning mess underneath him, never experiencing such immense pleasure before.

The lower half of ony’s face was soaked in your juices, wetting his pretty beard that adorned his face. He loved every second of being buried between your legs, drowning in your essence. “sweet fuckin’ pussy, so good mamas. fuck.” He groaned as he ate you out like you were the best meal he’d ever had. You were a mess, makeup runny from your tears, eyes rolled back, legs trembling as your orgasm approached you like a truck.

“m’ gonna—ah fuck gonna cum mmph!” you cried out in bliss as that knot in your stomach bubbled to burst. “cum for me princess” he rasped, pulling your clit between his teeth and tugging at it. You screamed as you came, gushing all over ony and soiling his bedsheets in your fluids. Ony licked up all of your mess, moaning as he swallowed up your sweet juices like it was his favorite treat.

You sniffled and whined in sensitivity as he continued to lap at your cunt, feebly pushing at his head only for him to slap your hands away. “s’ too much” you whimpered with a pout, head still fuzzy from your orgasm. “Nah, I’m not done with you yet. Shut that shit up.” He said and he slapped your twitching pussy causing you to let out a sob. “You a big girl, right?” He taunted as he grabbed your hips, flipping you over and pulling your hips up into the air, pushing your back into a painful arch.

“Mm, my pretty girl” He cooed, rubbing his hand soothingly over your ass as he admired you in this position. You relished in the adoration, loving it and its contrast to his mean attitude. Ony took off his jeans, releasing his hard cock that was painfully hard and pearling precum at the tip. He sighed in delight as he stroked his cock and placed kisses down your spine, using his free hand to pull your dress off the rest of the way, you assisting him and throwing the dress aside.

Ony ran his cock through your puffy wet folds, his tip nudging your clit as he teased you making you whine. “Such a whiny slut.” He remarked in a mocking tone. “I wan’ it, please.” You begged shamelessly with a sob, you were so desperate and craved him so badly, you couldn’t care less about how pathetic you were acting at the moment. He grinned at your begging, “I thought it was too much?” He teased.

He pushed into you, throwing his head back as the two of you moaned in unison at the feeling. “shitt” he groaned out as he got lost in the feel of your tight walls swallowing up his cock. “feels so fuckin’ good mama” he grunted as he began to pound into you, not wasting a second as his gripped your hips tight enough to bruise. You became a babbling mess as he fucked you mercilessly, pulling your hips back hard against his each time he thrusted into you.

“love this pussy, so fuckin pretty and wet and warm..shit princess.” Ony rambled as he got fixated on how good you felt around him, your cunt gushing around him with every thrust. “s’ soo g-good daddy~” you babbled incoherently into the mattress, mouth parted, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth and your head in the clouds as ony used you like his own personal fleshlight. “Mhm, you like it ‘ma? Love daddy’s dick rearranging your guts?” He said as he wrapped a hand around your throat, leaning over you as his cock drilled deeper into you.

All you could do is nod in response, unable to form words as your body was consumed in pleasure, ony’s dick hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars. “you’re so fuckin’ cute. so fuckin’ pretty. wanna ruin you sweet girl.” He couldn’t get over how pretty you were, especially in this state. Your hair a mess, sticking to your sweaty body, back arched and ass up, pretty brown skin glowing under the moonlight shinning through ony’s window, inner thighs covered in your slick, lips swollen and red, cheeks squished in ony’s grip on your face, eyeliner and mascara runny underneath your eyes and down your cheeks, hands trembling as you struggled to hold yourself up.

Ony couldn’t get enough of the sight, wanting it engrained in his mind forever. He pulled your face towards his, kissing you passionately and messily as he continued to pound into you, the filthy mixture of your slick and his precum coating his pubic hairs and his happy trail. You moaned into the kiss, kissing back with just as much passion as you sucked on ony’s tongue making him groan. You loved it everytime he kissed you, the intimacy of it making your heart stutter.

Ony let his spit pool into your mouth as he broke the kiss, his opened mouth hovering over yours as you stuck your tongue out like a greedy pet, swallowing up every string of his thick saliva. “fuck..nasty fuckin’ girl. Gon’ make me nut mama” He groaned as he pounded into you incessantly. By now you were fucked dumb, not a single thought behind your dilated rolled back eyes.

All you knew at the moment was ony ony ony, his scent, the feel of his muscular framed body pressed against yours, the taste of him lingering on your tongue, the grip of his large rough hands manhandling your body as he pleased, the way his cock filled up your plush wet walls and satiated every ache, itch, and burning desire inside you. He overtook your entire being, bringing you to pure ecstasy.

Your climax hit you before you could even prepare for it, letting out a high pitched moan and sobbing into the mattress as you creamed all over ony’s cock. “that’s it mama, oh fuck- good fuckin’ girl. making a mess on my dick” he talked you through it as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Your body trembling as you fell apart completely, no longer able to hold yourself up as you whined in overstimulation.

Ony felt his head go fuzzy at the way your pussy pulsed and clenched around his dick, the lewd squelch echoing with every thrust as ony chased his own orgasm. “c-cum’n me please wan’ it” you manage to babble out, your words slurred and muffled into the bed. It took ony a moment to process your words, his brain muddled as he became pussy drunk, obsessed with your filthy warm walls sucking up every inch of his dick.

“You want it baby? Ah shit- want daddy to fill up your greedy cunt?. I’ll give you whatever you want pretty girl.” He moaned as his pace got desperate and sloppy as he felt that sensation build up inside him. “fuckk fuck!” He moaned out, throwing his head back as he finally came, his cum spurting out in loads and coating your walls, filling you up to the brim. You whined at the warm feeling as your cunt milked him dry.

Ony breathed heavily as his thrust slowed to a stop, “you okay sweet girl?” he asked softly as he placed a kiss on your bare shoulder. You only hummed and nodded in response, half passed out at this point. You were completely fucked out, body relaxed and exhausted from the overwhelming pleasure. Satisfied with your response, ony slowly pulled out, the mixture of your fluids pouring out messily and bubbling as he did. Ony loved the mess, the sight of his cum dripping down your thighs and his dick covered in the filth.

You snuggled deeper into the bed as ony got up and began to clean you up gently, not wanting to add more stress to your already spent body. He cleaned up himself as well before he tucked you in and climbed into bed with you. He admired your peaceful state, looking so beautiful and claimed by him. “I like you..onya~” you mumbled out in your half conscious state.

It caught Ony completely off guard but it made him smile, his heart swelling at your adorable confession. “I like you too sweetheart” he replied softly before he placed a kiss on your cheek. You smiled drowsily, happy to have met ony and taken a chance on him.

[thank you to everyone who read this, I appreciate it sm 🥹]

[mazzaratiehotty]

(dash)ing through the snow • e. jaeger

synopsis: not even the holidays can give you peace from your favorite headache of a DoorDash driver but honestly, you wouldn’t want it any other way!

content + themes: fem!reader (black coded), food play, lots of fluff and humor, bits of angst, heavy kissing, thigh riding, nipple play, alcohol mentions, handjob, riding, drunk sex, sub eren (he moans a lot), calls reader mama and baby, creampie

word count: 5.7K

📝: hope everybody enjoyed their holidays, whether you’re celebrated alone, with family, friends or fur babies. Or maybe not even at all..either way, I hope y’all are taking care of yourselves for the rest of the year. 🫶🏾🤍 this IS coming a day late cause mama’s got chronic pain + illness and when it hits, it’s like a truck so I was been out since 10PM yesterday on pain meds with a fever too so I’m posting now. Hopefully the Christmas spirit hasn’t left yet. I’m sorry I got y’all hopes up for it yesterday! 😭

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The holidays..a time that by all accounts should invoke cheer and joy into the hearts of everyone. An occasion for celebration, love and laughter. Being surrounded by those you cherished dearly, enjoying the food, gifts and just the warmth that Christmas brought forth. However, that wasn’t the case for everyone, including (y/n) (l/n), who would be spending their day alone for the second year in a row. All but deduced to living on your own, you had only spoken to your roommate via FaceTime, where she explained that she’d be staying behind to help out the family business over the busy holiday rush and your own relatives, two states away despite not being particularly close to any of them. It still would’ve been nice to have someone around to share the day with. Growing up, Christmas was a staple in your household and it was by far, your favorite time of the year. Decorating the tree and wrapping gifts, making delicious food and even baking cookies for Santa. Now it seemed that the whimsical, childhood spark had all but dwindled..a sham of a holiday that you didn’t care for anymore..however, if your favorite nuisance had anything at all to do with it and if you knew him, you wouldn’t be left by your lonesome for too long!

“I’m so sorry, (y/n)! I thought I’d be back in time but they still need me. I swear I’ll make it up to you..”

“It’s fine, boo! Don’t worry about me..be with your folks and enjoy yourself, okay? I’m fine, trust me.” Which helped quell your best friend and roommate’s unease a little. As of late, you seemed to be in much better spirits. Genuinely smiling as opposed to the fake one you were obviously forcing. You hadn’t exactly divulged the secret to her about you and your little rendezvous with the delivery driver. Out of fear of embarrassment or the sheer fact that the two of them didn't exactly get along. Not only did they go to high school together but she used to straight kick his ass in any sport he even dared to try. Although beautiful and girly at times, she had quite the tomboy side to her. She’d first learned of his identity, the annoying DoorDasher who kept magically ending up with your orders, when she came back around Halloween. He was in for a rude awakening when the five foot eight girl with tattoos and short hair answered the door. Knowing damn well she was the last one to try with his bullshit antics!

“If you want to keep your job and your legs, you’ll hand me that bag and get your ass out of here.” A threat that was certain to come to fruition messing with her. It was the only time you’d gotten peace. Of course, the second she boarded that flight, he was talking cold hard shit! “Man, ain’t nobody scared of her. She ain’t gone’ do nothing to me..” still, it didn’t deter him from keeping away from his favorite customer and new boo. Especially because he knew that although you had told your friend that you were just fine..you were probably sulking on the couch. The feeling of loneliness setting in..and the realization that you were about to spend another holiday by yourself. That was unless he came and saved the day..it wasn’t a full five minutes after the conclusion of your call before you’d be greeted by a faint knock at the door. Followed by that of a text..

“I should’ve known..”

you’d peer down at your phone screen, illuminated with the notification and the time; ten thirty pm. Considered late by any other standards but the perfect hour for the antics you were certain was about to ensue. Having brought some liquor and eggnog earlier in the day when you finally had some free time for the holidays. Having some much needed time off. It felt good to not have to depend on someone else to deliver your items. But alas, you wouldn’t be scot free of the man who had all but flipped your mundane life upside down in these past eight months. Making these humdrum days far more exciting, whether you wanted to admit so or not. The ever so lively Eren Jaeger..your doordasher and as of late, newest fling. After what was set to be a wonderful outing with a Tinder date, you were unfortunately stood up and left with only regret and disappointment. However, rather than annoying you with his usual nonsense, he showed a much different side. One that was far more mature and nurturing than what had been previously displayed. As fate would have it, you’d find yourselves trapped inside due to a nasty rainstorm. And before the night’s end..not only were you over the betrayal by the potential date but thanks to Eren, you were also left feeling highly satisfied; courtesy of the several orgasms he invoked out of you that night! From the kitchen counter where he jolted you around on his fingers, slowly kissing and reminding you just how beautiful you were to making love underneath the sounds of pouring rain in your bedroom..a space delegated solely for yourself. Nibbling at your ear and giving you slow backshots as he pressed you flat to the mattress. You couldn’t get enough of one another and needless to say, it caused quite the shift in your once rocky dynamic. A shift that elicited more late night visits and constant texting afterwards. It made you realize that you truly hadn’t seen all of the layers of this once irritating guy who seemed to have been showing up on your step more frequently as of late. Shuffling over to the door, you’d stand to your tiptoes, peering from the small opening meant to screen guests before allowing them in.

“You gon’ let me in or I gotta stand out in the cold all night?”

“That depends. Do you have what I need?”

and of course, he would never be so foolish as to show up empty handed. Not when he was determined to woo the lady who had all but encompassed his psyche. Since the inception of your illustrious little, makeshift love affair, Eren had all but become infatuated. He was already smitten to begin with…loving the fact that you were so quick witted and matched his antics with a no nonsense attitude. Snapping at him when truthfully, you just needed someone to get rid of that stress. Regardless, you wouldn’t be worn down so easily!..if he truly wanted to pursue something with you outside of a customer-driver relationship, then he’d have to work hard to persuade you that he was worth the trouble. It was going to take more than some dick and sweet nothings to knock you off your game. For a moment, he fell silent. You figured he was back to his old antics.

“Baby, I always got what you need. All you have to do is ask. Besides, I’m not risking you whooping my ass because I forgot something.”

with that rather typical response, you’d unbolt the locks and allow him entry. “You are so aggravating.” But before he stepped over the threshold, you’d find his arm snaked around the small of your exposed back, due to the cropped tank top you were sporting and quickly tugged into an entrancing kiss. One that almost swept you from your feet. Even grasping a healthy portion of your asscheck amid the moment. You could tell that he was the type to not only capture a girl’s body but her mind and spirit as well. Despite not trusting him fully, you couldn’t pull away nor did you want to stop seeing him. Once again using the guise of needing a late night meal, you’d summon your faithful driver forth and he’d come bearing gifts. A bag filled with all sorts of delectable treats..ranging from strawberries, chocolate dip, whipped cream, ice cream and of course more of that spiced rum you both loved so much. On his shoulder, he brandished a black duffle; affectionately coined his ‘spinnanight bag’! Needless to say, he had no plans to leave for the time being and all of his devotion was on you.

“Like you’d actually be able to live without me.”

“Mmm..well I guess things would get boring without you around to get on my nerves, huh?”

flashing him a toothy beam, he’d scale your hips with gentle hands for a moment with a similar expression on his handsome face. That was the thing about Eren..despite his crass personality, he handled you with the utmost care. Something you weren’t used to…

“C’mon now, that’s my job..what I do best..” invoking chuckles from the both of you. By this time he had closed the door, securing it behind you both. Followed by the offering of a seat as you formally invited him inside of your home. “Yeah, well I paid you to bring my stuff so hopefully you got it right.” It was rather plain to see that he no longer considered himself a stranger in your life, accepting the warm invitation with open arms and acclimating himself into your space. He’d carefully observed it during the last two visits, but he truly couldn’t fathom how beautiful your apartment was. Clean, organized and so well coordinated despite the bright aesthetic with a mix of lavenders and pinks. Plants swaying and a humidifier steaming gently in the corner to help them keep warmth in the winter. The whole vibe seemed to suit you..

“Give me some credit now. I’m a professional, I don’t make mistakes..”

it was then that Eren would become interrupted in his tracks when he’d peer down at your coffee table..spotting the preset shot glasses before him. Faintly smirking to himself because it was fairly easy to see the type of time you were on!..things truly would never be the same between the two of you now..whilst you shuffled around in the kitchen, preparing some snacks, he’d begin making himself quite comfortable. Kicking off his shoes, pulling off his hoodie and and propping his feet up as if he belonged here. Your roommate would have a conniption if she saw that. He carefully observed the rest of the surroundings, including the adorable tree that you had so meticulously decorated. Lined with garland, glistening with ornaments and illuminated with bright lights..it was beautiful! He’d never seen one so carefully decorated since his own mom.

“What’s up with this tree?”

causing you to glance up, meeting his snarky expression as you chopped up some fruit. “Not too much on my tree, she’s cute. I worked hard on it.” Which only further brought him to hysterics because the thought of someone like you..someone as angry and uptight loving Christmas this much, so much so that between your already beautiful interior were gaudy decorations of snowmen and Santa. Little reindeer figurines strewn throughout the apartment..it was rather adorable, this side of you. He hoped to see it far more often. Chuckling to himself, Eren couldn’t help but to snicker at your reaction but it was purely from a wholesome perspective, not to make fun of you.

“Nah, you did a good job on it. On all of it actually.. aye, I’m even a lil’ jealous. I can’t get those dumbasses I live with to clean up sometimes, less known get a tree set up. At least somebody’s in the holiday spirit.”

he wasn’t lying either. Truth was, he too loved the holidays growing up and as he got older, Eren came to realize that many of his peers didn’t share the same sentiment. Many saw it as childish or just downright unnecessary at this age. Rather, they spent their holidays getting high and drinking, partying the nights away. It was fine to an extent but he missed the whimsical joy that this time of year brought forth. It was nice to see..

“Well I’m glad you think so. Not too bad to say I did it myself..my roommate’s been a lil’ salty with me because I put it up without her. But a Christmas tree being in my living room while trick or treaters were knocking would be insane.” To which he was inclined to agree. Although the uttering of your aforementioned roommate caused him to visibly shudder. “So, where is the she-devil? Still riding her broomstick through hell?” You had to catch yourself from laughing, not because he was poking fun at your best friend but because she put him in a headlock in the middle of the parking lot and Eren couldn’t escape. You were so hysterical, your sides hurt from laughter after she was finished. And at the time, you were so frustrated with him and his bullshit, it felt like some sort of penance for all the aggravation you had to endure. “Unt uh..I know you’re not still mad. Not when you ate half my burrito and then tried to play me in a game of rock, paper, scissors for my drink.” Reminding him of why the altercation started in the first place. “As hungry as I was that night too, yeah, you lucky a headlock was all you caught.” Swinging your knife with animated expressions as you chuckled. Naturally, he had no response whatsoever and truth be told, he couldn’t be mad that two pretty girls had bested him!

“I think you set me up, that’s what I think. But it’s all good..you wanna know why?” picking through the assortment of snacks that you had already set out with a smug grin on his face. Knowing that he was about to have you all to himself and there was nothing she could say. In truth, he felt as if he had the last laugh! Finishing up your assortment of delectables, you’d shuffle over; setting them down and then taking a seat next to him shortly thereafter. “Why’s that? Tell me..” “Because..” not even a full second before you acclimated on to the couch, you’d find your head tilted upright with his fingers underneath your chin. “I got what I wanted. I get to be with you. So I’d say I won.” Just barely grazing your lips together before you’d halt him with a gentle hand to the chest. It wasn’t for a lack of you feeling the same way about him and it certainly didn’t help matters any for you two to be sexually involved now but you were also apprehensive. What if this entire pursuit was some sick conquest for him? Proof that he could wear down the harrowing Ice Queen of Apartment Two Eighty Four. Maybe it was all a part of a bet he had made with friends that he could bag you..perhaps it was something he did all the time.

“That’s how you feel, huh?”

“I don’t think I can make it any clearer, mama. I mean, I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else right now..”

even so, you couldn’t let your fears hold you back from happiness! You can’t recall the last time you’d smile so much. Being around him brought forth a sense of peace that seemed unattainable. And now, here you were spending Christmas Eve with a man, who by all accounts was your sworn enemy almost a year ago. Now things were starkly different and you’d never look back. Either way it went..

“Well in that case, why don’t we get us some drinks?” “Now you talking. Besides, I know you don’t play about your food, so I brought plenty.” Earning him a snarky side eye in the process. He was still that same asshole he always was, it just now seemed far more charming! “Oh, so you got jokes? I’ll remember that.” “I crack myself up from time to time. Hey, what’s that?” And the instant you turned your head, searching for the imaginary object, shifting when you realized nothing was there..you’d find yourself entrapped in a kiss as he had craftily snuck something from his pocket. A tiny mistletoe he had been saving for the perfect moment. Dangling above your heads as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. His touch warmed you to your core..it felt so nice..

“Y’know, I’ve always wanted to do that. Definitely worth the wait..” immediately, you’d find yourself flustered and unable to gather your thoughts for a moment. You’d never been kissed like that, not once in your life. “You’re so corny.” Faltering into a snicker but immediately feigning with a light touch to his cheek. “But it’s cute. So I’ll let you slide.” With that declaration, the small scale festivities would commence and you two began what would become a night forever ingrained in your memories.

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an hour or so passed by, with you both indulging in all of the delicious treats he had brought over, including chocolate dipped strawberries that he’d swirl around before sticking between your lips and watching you on. Eventually taking a bite. Allowing him to lick the drinks from your collarbone with a trail of kisses that obviously turned you on. Sucking whipped cream from his fingers and vice versa..there was something rather sensual about all of it. Along with the whipped shots you took in conjunction with the several glasses of liquor..which hadn’t left either of you inebriated yet but you were slowly beginning to feel a bit of a buzz. Which in turn, had you both fawning over one another..lofi holiday tunes faintly hummed from the mounted television as the faux fireplace underneath from your mantle. You guys didn’t just engage in lecherous activity, you chatted it up quite a bit. Reminiscing on prior Christmases. Talking about life and your daily routines..it was really nice to have someone listen to you rant about the mundane. Brandishing your wine glass whilst your feet remained propped in his lap, you’d propose a rather invasive but necessary question.

“So, lemme ask you something..why did you want to spend Christmas Even with me? Of all people? And no, to fuck is not an acceptable answer.” “Well excuse me, but I think a little piece of pussy isn’t a bad gift at all. It’s quite thoughtful.” Prompting you to roll your eyes. He couldn’t be serious for once in his life and that much was certain.

“Can you not turn everything into a joke?..I was actually hoping I’d get to know you a little..what about your family?”

heeding that strict fervor in your voice that wouldn’t disappear anytime soon. With those tanned cheeks flush with red, a bit intoxicated from the Barcardi coursing his veins, as always..Eren flashed that coy smile, leaning his head back on the couch as he began to respond to your question.

“Truth is..my folks are in Germany right now. It’s where my dad’s from originally. He’s a first generation immigrant actually. He got offered a job working for their medical association and because both of his kids are grown as hell, he and my mom packed when I was nineteen. Been doing my own thing ever since. Honestly..I was before that. Skipping school, acting out..I was an asshole to them. Maybe it’s why they decided to leave me behind in the first place. They finally can get some peace. I don’t blame them though. It does make me miss them, especially this time of year. Makes you appreciate what you have when it’s not there. My mom’s cooking, seeing them open up gifts—“

just then, he’d find himself halted in his tracks and Eren would glance over, seeing that the expression on your face had shifted significantly. “My bad, guess I got carried away.” But in fact, you were happy that he had disclosed this to you. He was opening up and you were gaining a newfound respect. “Not at all..that’s really sweet, Eren. Sounds like they really mean a lot to you..” tracing a finger along the rim of your glass, peering down with a tinge of sadness. A hard lump forming in your throat that despite his ever vivacious smile, you could sense that it was a sensitive topic. Not only that, it made you think about your own family dynamic. Of course, he’d have to ask and get your dirt as well. That’s when you’d confide in him that you were twice as bad. Rather than delinquency, you threw yourself into studying..attending classes and eventually working full time. Desperate to make it out of your small town and into higher living. It was that same determination that drove you away from your family. Missing birthdays, holidays and important events, all for a job that didn’t give a damn about you and school work that could wait. After a while, they just sort of disowned you and didn’t bother inviting you at all.

“Damn, sounds like we’re both awful kids, huh?” Which could only be met with laughter because it was the truth. The hardest truth you’ve had to swallow in a long time. As quiet as it was kept, you were both one in the same. Two lonely people, lost souls yearning for comfort in someone else. His ‘friends’ were always doing their own things so he was by himself by the time he made it home. And even when they were around, he felt out of place. The girls he met were superficial and he had no interest in meaningless hookups anymore. Only difference was you coped with anger and he coped by being silly. Unfortunately, you’d end up in similar fates.

“Well, you’re not wrong..listen, Eren. I’m sorry I judged you. You just always seemed so….” “Arrogant? Carefree? Like I didn’t give a fuck about life?” All sentiments you’d be inclined to agree with. But there was a reason for it. “I wouldn’t say it was wrong. I always did have a way of getting under people’s skin and for a while, I didn’t care. But honestly, I just have fun. Doing something to keep a smile on mine and other people’s faces. Even if it does come off as irritating. Otherwise, I’d be walking around mad at the world..” “..like me, huh?” Something he hated to admit out of fear of offending you. But alas, he was right. “But it suits you. The whole ‘mean on the outside, soft on the inside’ thing is kinda cute. Deep down, I can tell you’re really a sweet girl. I guess what I’m tryna’ say is…I.really like being around you. And not just for your body. You make me happy, (y/n).”

with that declaration, you’d find yourself flush with a plethora of emotions. Tears brimming in your eyes; only mere seconds from falling. Crying because no one had ever spoken to you in such a way. So delicately and kindly. He had a way of seeing through what was nothing more than a surface level facade to protect yourself from getting hurt. Eren knew that all too well. But it was when he smiled at you..when he flashed that pearly white beam at you and leaned closer, cradling the back of your neck with such security and dominance, you wanted to melt right in his grasp. But you were also guarded. Steadfast in not wanting to let another person in only to be let down in the end. Even so, you’d take that leap and let the cards fall where they may.

“You make me really happy too, Eren..” moments later, without a single other phrase uttered, your lips would meet with a gentle crash. Both of your kids shut as you reveled in the long awaited moment. It felt like this every time with him. This invigorating, fiery spark that refused to die. Your tongues twirled around one another in a haze of sloppy pecks..lips lapping over the other and minute strings of saliva being exchanged in the midst. He couldn’t get enough..of your flavor, your essence..any of it. Shortly thereafter, your limbs would become tangled and you’d find yourself shifting onto his lap whilst he pulled you up. It was there that your hands absentmindedly roamed each other’s bodies. Scouring your frames to peel and quite frankly, tear off the binding articles of clothing. Only leaving your tank top on because he loved the way your breasts spilled from it. For the entire duration that you were being stripped down, your lips barely retracted and the heavy make out session only intensified with faint groans. Heavy whimpers even arising sporadically. Finally free of those confines, he’d plant heavy smacks and firm grasps on your ass whilst you straddled his still clothed crotch. As for his top half, you’d be met with chiseled muscles and a few tattoos sprinkled across his chest and torso. In addition to the plethora riddling his toned arms. Chewing at your lower lip, you’d break into a faint smile, admiring his body. Taking the time to delicately trace your fingertips along the outline of his pieces before running your hands to the back of his head. You’d feel his hand snaking around to grope your breasts but shortly after, he was halted when you gently clutched his wrist.

“Can I take care of you tonight?...you’ve already been so good to me..”

mouthing the phrase with a delicate and slightly higher pitched tone. Almost as to appear seductive but not in an obnoxious way..naturally, it worked and Eren would soon be left stumbling all over himself. “Would you like that?” Quivering when you’d trace your tongue around his earlobe, placing kisses on his neck right after. “Y-yeah, I would..do whatever you want to me, baby..” with his explicit consent, you were free to please him in anyway you saw fit. Rolling your hips around, lifting them by an inch to shuffle his pants down his legs. You would maneuver your own lower half so that you were now seated on his thigh. Left with only your thin panties, you’d massage that clothed slit and mound against his skin. Causing gentle friction and heavy arousal. There was something so sexy about using his thigh to get off..the sensation of your wet folds rubbing against his bare skin. Tossing his head back once more, you’d hear a breathy yet quick ‘fuck’ out of earshot. A sign that he was enjoying this just as much as you were. “That feel good?” Earning you more whimpers, which only further drove you to tease him more. You’d peer down and notice that his cock was twitching, jumping on its lonesome..twirling those nimble fingers around his shaft, (y/n) pumped it gently within your palm; slicking him up with strings of precum and saliva. It was blatantly obvious that he was becoming aroused, seeping all over your knuckles. You could even feel his leg underneath you thumping as that swollen bud continued to graze it. Your juices trailing down his flesh and between that and the subtle thrusting through your hand, he was about to lose his mind!

“Get on t—-ahhh..shit!”

that swollen mushroom tip emitting a bright red and oozing with the creamy substance as your movements sped up. Eren rested his hands against your hips, subtly guiding you along but you needed no assistance. You’d rotate your hips in a slow circular motion; grinding to bring yourself closer to a climatic peak as well. Neither one of you would be able to withstand this mounting pressure for much longer so amid toying with him, you’d question once more what it was he wanted. You wanted to hear explicitly what he wanted from you. Just the same as he did when you were feeling down. Not just pleasing him physically but healing his heart as well. Neither of you were lonely anymore..

“What was that? Tell me what you want, baby? Want me to fuck you?” Nearly babying him with that gentle voice, palm brushing against his face and that slow pace. He’d never been taken care of like this and needless to say, he couldn’t get enough! But you too were enjoying being in control; having that subtle dominance over him and being responsible for his orgasm..it was so hot. “(Y/N)…oh my God..” however, that just wouldn’t do..you wanted to hear his words, his explicit permission of how to proceed. Clutching his chin, you’d snatch it downward so that your faces could meet. “Look at me..say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you.” Although he was in by far the most vulnerable state he had ever been in, Eren was enjoying this so much more than you could ever imagine! That chiseled rising and falling with labored breaths. He couldn’t hold out, he had to have you!…

“Fuck me..please, ride this dick, baby.” Giving you the proverbial green light to take him as you saw fit. Shifting in a matter of moments, you’d propel yourself up and glide over to his lap; aligning yourself with his cock with a grasp on his shaft before slowly lowering yourself down on it. The initial sensation and slight ‘pop’ of entering your tightness caused both of you to release loud cries. Especially when you begin to bounce up and down..grazing his pecs and admiring that incredible body as you rode him with a moderate pace. The collision on that heavy ass against his pelvis, in combination with the open palm slaps to those round cheeks; the sounds of smacking resounding throughout the apartment along with his pathetic moans, that only further fueled your desire. At this point, you weren’t sure who was enjoying it more. A smile plastered on both of your lips and each set of your hands scouring the others frames. He’d even burst into a quivering chuckle. “Ohhh, my fucking gosh. This is the best fucking In the midst of that cunt clutching him, he’d make the haste decision to tug down your shirt..groping your breasts and alternating between each one to flick his tongue around those stiffened nipples. He was determined to ravage you, enjoy his fill while he was here.

“Just like that, mama..that pussy feels so fucking good. Keep going..”

soon, you’d plant your feet firmly into the mattress and amp up your movements. Showing him that a lot more lies in your repertoire. With your hands planted to his shoulder blades, you’d reacclimate and toss your head back in the midst of propelling yourself on that thick member. Stretching out that tight core and kissing the inner core of your cervix. “This dick is so fucking good..” Each thrusts touching your sensitive spot..meanwhile, Eren would enjoy the showcase that was your perky breasts bouncing with each movement. “Give it to me!..shit!” “Take it. Take this fucking dick..ohhh fuck!” His vocal pleas increase your stamina yet again and just when he thought you’d be fairly close, you’d surprise him. You’d even look back with your tongue gliding over your lips as it dangled from your mouth from being worked over. Eren was no different and with that pearlescent substance leaking down his shaft and wetness coating him, he was forced to clutch the couch’s arm as an attempt to quell his urge to release. “You gonna give me that nut, baby? You told me you’d always give me what I need..” with one more gentle graze underneath that chin, you’d bring him back to reality; only pausing momentarily to glare into his eyes. “You promise?” It truly shocked him how captivating you were and how well you commanded him. “Ye-yeah! I promise. I’ll do whatever you want..please! Just let me c-ahh!” Loud wails arising from his throat as he trembled in pre ecstasy bliss; something that felt so close yet foreign at the moment. But fortunately, you wouldn’t make him wait much longer.

“Then come for me..I’ll let you nut in it, baby..”

those words seemed to have invoked a feral energy in him and in turn, caused him to tighten his grasp on you whilst he fucked up into that dripping cunt until he emptied the sought after load into you. Letting out loud cries with tears streaming down his face because no woman had ever made him experience euphoria in such a way..it was no wonder you had him twirled around your finger. “FUCK! So good…you made me feel so good..” Filling you up with every drop from those round balls that had been slapping against your backside. Simultaneously, your own climax would come trickling down his rather sensitive member. “Good boy..I’m so glad I did. C’mere.” Rewarding him with a barrage of sloppy and passionate kisses. Kisses, touches and sensations he wouldn’t forget for a long time, if ever!

“I’m so happy I’m here with you. Merry Christmas..” his faint smile and tired glare were the only thing you could see and right there on that sofa, you’d cradle one another close. Topping his forehead with a smooch before nestling your face into his neck..obvious that neither of you wanted to let go..

“Merry Christmas, Eren. My love.”

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THE DROP OFF | e. jaeger

after a date gone wrong, your favorite doordasher is happy to give you a special delivery, on the house!

content + themes: slight angst, reader cries a bit, mentions of loneliness, social anxiety + depression, alcohol use, fluffiness, finger fucking, heavy kissing, kitchen sex, nipple play, unprotected sex, squirting, eren being a service dom (and a dumbass! 😭), lots of praise, calls reader mama, baby, etc.

📝: so much like elections everywhere, the polls were a lil rigged imo LMAO! 😭 plug!eren won the overall but it looks like doordasher won the popular vote. So because I couldn’t decide, I’ll be giving y’all both. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“Eren, please. Just give me my food and let me go.”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong. I got time.”

if he had picked a more inconvenient time for his nonsense, then it was now. Late night, endless hours of dreadful studying and the exhaustion of the week had taken its toll on you. The last thing you wanted was to be bothered with him and usual, childish shenanigans. Yet, here he was..standing in the threshold of your apartment doorway, dangling your order above your head; still hot for the time being and potent with the aromas of grilled chicken and rice. The only thing you wanted was to eat, shower and wash away the remnants of what you had just experienced. Something you weren’t quite ready to divulge to him or anyone else. Alas, it seemed that you wouldn’t get it until you came clean. Releasing a heavy sigh, you’d finally cave and decide to tell him. But first..

“Fine! But close the door behind you, you’re gonna get a cold standing in the rain, dummy.”

once you two were in the confines of your apartment, he’d take a seat and make himself comfortable without so much as a word. “Damn…your spot’s nice, (y/n). How come you never invite me in here?” “Because I don’t want you in my house, that’s why. Now take your big ass feet off my coffee table if you like walking.” That’s where the secrets would begin to spill. You’d reveal that earlier in the week, you had been invited on a date and although you were a bit reluctant, you accepted. Much like the majority of your generation, you had been partaking in dating apps and online spaces to acquire companionship. And you thought that after months of swiping left, you’d find your ideal date. A guy who shared the same interests as you..very attractive, really sweet and he communicated promptly. Once the two of you connected, he’d text and ask if you’d like to meet up. He suggested a restaurant that you’d previously mentioned, a nice outing for sure. That was until the night arrived. You’d gotten all dressed up; to the nines in a form fitting body con dress, done your hair, nails and makeup to perfection and ensured you looked stunning. Too bad, it was all in vain because after an hour of waiting for him to arrive and a series of texts left on delivered, you began to worry that something had happened. Although that too was quite futile because a quick scroll through social media would turn your anxious thoughts to pure anger! He was at the club, tossing back shots while you were at home, looking absolutely dumbfounded…you were so embarrassed and hurt! Even the constant glasses of wine that had been downed whilst awaiting your food couldn’t absolve you of your anger right now.

“So yeah…that’s what happened. Happy now?”

truth be told, and quiet as it was kept..he was. He was thrilled you were still a single woman. The thought of someone else being in your life would crush him because underneath his silly facades and constant jokes, he truly did have a thing for you. However, the thought of someone making you feel less than your worth had him ready to go find dude and bash his shit in! “Of course not, (y/n). That’s fucking terrible and I’m sorry that dumbass played with you like that..I had no idea. I can go beat his ass if it’ll make you feel better. I know that club..” “No need. I was stupid to think I’d actually have a good night.” Normally, he wore that comical demeanor like a sleeve but you could tell there was a shift in Eren. One that indicated he wasn’t a fan of what he’d heard..having paced the tile floors of your kitchen whilst telling your story, (y/n) finally came to a halt and began to laugh. But upon second glance, he’d see the tears streaming down your face.

“Y’know. I spend all day inside of this apartment..I work, have meetings, do my classes, watch TV and do it all over again. I even stopped going to the gym downstairs because I’d never find the time or energy once I was done. And for a while, I was fine with it. Working in crowded places and sitting a giant classroom made me anxious..honestly, I thought I hated being around people but truth is, we all need somebody. We can’t live in this world alone. My roommate, she’s been back in Cali for months helping her family so I don’t even have her. I figured tonight that I could give it another chance. Maybe even have a good time but I was wrong. I’ve always been a loner but I feel like lately, I’m so invisible, no one would even notice if I were to just disappear. These dudes, they just constantly make me feel worse than I already do. Y’know, sometimes..even if I say the exact opposite, I always get happy when I see your name because I know at least I’ll have somebody to talk to. Even if I am constantly picking fights. Maybe I’m the problem..who fucking knows.”

by this point, he had heard more than enough. He couldn’t stand to listen at another second of it..the fact that you’d felt this way shattered his heart into a million pieces because there was no way in hell, a wonderful girl like you should’ve ever been questioning your self worth. Amid your speech and tearful testimony, he’d get up from his seat, and without so much as a second thought, cradled you in his arms. Giving you by the far the most comforting and loving hug you’d felt in a long time. His larger frame wrapped around yours and enveloped you like a blanket. This time, you couldn’t even be vexed to fight it. You’d collapse into his arms and allow him to hold you. Allowing you to sob for as long he’d didn’t care. Hell, he even stopped accepting deliveries for the rest of the night because right now, he was exactly where he needed to be.

“Why didn’t you say sum’? (Y/N), you know you could talk to me.”

but you were abashed, truly. Why would dump all of your problems on a guy who was only here to drop off your food?! That wasn’t fair. So it was easier to just bottle it all up and keep it pushing. But not with him around..you didn’t have to hold back anything. “Because Eren, that’s not your job. And you piss me off sometimes. You would’ve just made fun of me.” chuckling as you wiped your tears and tried to feign off any more. You hated getting emotional in front of other people, it was your greatest pet peeve. But Eren could have cared less. Granted, he had his own ways of comforting people! “I mean, yeah..cause picking on you is the highlight of my day. Have you seen them damn orders? I know your toilet be screaming for its life.” Immediately smacking his chest and laughing. “I hate you so much.” Even if it was not always the most appropriate..making people laugh was how he coped! Finally, you’d feel his index finger glide underneath your chin and pull your head up. “But I only do it because I love seeing that smile..” you tried not to falter and let his advances wear you down but here was this goofball who constantly tormented you, cheering you up in the same turn. And you couldn’t lie, it felt good. Felt good to be held, touched and complimented like this. If it wasn’t already obvious, from the months of relentless flirtation, he had strong feelings for you that had only grown deeper the more he came around. Your cheeks would fluster and you’d beam uncontrollably.

“There it is..your pretty ass. Don’t you ever let one of these bums play you like you not fine as hell…”

by that time, his voice had dropped to a much lower vibrato..one that caused a quiver in your legs. You’d never seen him in such a light and you meant every word of being agitated by him but to deny that he was one of, if not the most attractive man you’d laid eyes on would be a complete and utter lie. He had this charm about him; one that even when he was being playful exuded sensuality. He knew how to draw you in without you even noticing. Not to mention, those handsome looks. Those deep, green eyes..long hair, tattoos going down his arms and you never caught him looking subpar. Dressed nice and smelling even better…you hated to admit it…

“You mean that, Eren? You think that about me?”

“I mean…I could just show you how I feel..”

but you had fallen for him! This man that you cussed out on a weekly basis, the one you swore to the man above that you could not tolerate another second of had you melting in his palms like warm ice cream. It was unbelievable but right now, you were feeling extremely vulnerable. Just wanting someone to tell you it would all be okay..a role he was more than willing to fill. He didn’t want to take advantage of you or do anything you may regret but above all else, he wanted to make you feel better. Ease that stress and make you forget all about old dude. “Might be a lil’ selfish of me to ask but..you wouldn’t mind if I kissed you, right?” By now, your faces were only within a hair’s breadth of the other. Your heads tilted to the side as his larger frame towered over you. It was a bit inappropriate but from the second you opened the door in that sexy outfit, all he could imagine was peeling you up out of it! He couldn’t help it when you looked so damn good..

“I’d be mad if you didn’t..”

so without haste, you’d feel those large yet gentle hands cradle around the back of your neck as he pulled you towards him slowly..bridging the gap of space between you two and bringing you in for a kiss. The sensation of his lips was nothing like anything you’d felt before. So warm and soft..careful not to overtake your own but lapping them up with tender pecks. Just then, he’d remove any space between your frames as well. The awkward tension had all but resolved and you were his for the taking! Slowly but surely, you’d feel those soft palms of his glide down from your neck to the upper half of your torso. Meanwhile, that kiss was only growing deeper and both of your eyes had fallen shut. Faint smacking noises sounded throughout the kitchen along with soft moans to the mix. Part of you was hesitant because you knew that he probably told several girls the exact same thing. He probably slept with half the girls in this city; no way a man so attractive wasn’t constantly getting play and who knew, he may have only been so persistent as a means to add you to that collection but right now, you needed him. You needed to feel something…the touch of another person, physical contact as to not be reminded of how alone you were! And you trusted no one more to do that than Eren. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this..” his words and voice cracked amid the barrage of kisses, becoming drawn deeper into you with no plans to withdraw anytime soon. He’d go as far as you’d allow him. It was then that your own hands made place to the back of his neck, drudging through the back of those long locks. Which sent tingling sensations throughout his skin. It was by far the most peaceful you two had been with each other. And ironically enough, he was the most attentive and compassionate sexual partner you’d ever had. You tended to stray away from hookups because you knew nothing good would come about but with him? You felt an unrelenting sense of security. You wanted him to keep touching you..feeling you up and shoving his tongue down your throat. You’d make an attempt of your own to return the favor by running your hands along his chest, however, he’d stop you just as quickly! “Nah..lemme take care of you, baby. I got this. You trust me, right?” Nodding in response, you’d stare with those sweet eyes, which caused his heart to flutter. Along with other organs…with the declaration, he’d proceed. Taking his thumbs into the sides of your dress, he’d slip each side down along with the strapless bandeau bra underneath. Slowly revealing those supple breasts to the crisp air in your apartment. Those nipples stiffened by his efforts along with the cool elements. “Fuck..” muttering underneath his breath, reveling at your beautiful body. “You like something you see?” Drumming up laughter from him. “Hell yeah…I knew they were pretty but damn..” The entire time, he didn’t stop kissing you once. Afraid that if he let go for just a moment, reality would shine through and you’d decide that you wouldn’t want him here anymore. Because this all felt like a dream..no way he was getting the chance to be with a gorgeous woman like you. But this was reality and he was going to savor every moment.

“Here…lemme—“ with a single arm coiling your back, Eren picked you up in one fell swoop and set you atop the kitchen counter. It was then that he’d part your slightly ajar legs and resume twirling your tongues around. By now, he had become fixated on your tits; brushing the pads of his thumb across your nipples before leaning down and circulating them with his mouth. It was the only time he showed less restraint as he sucked them both; lobbing each with a generous amount of saliva. “Erennnn…mmph, that feels so good.” Even down to your whimpers, he was overcome with arousal..just turned on by your every move. Perhaps it was the wine but you felt far more sensitive than usual. Just immersed in those insatiable urges. So much so, you weren’t responsible for what came from your mouth…

“Yeah? How much? Lemme see..” prompting you to spread those legs further, which you did so in a heartbeat. It didn’t take long for him to discover that you were a dripping puddle. As well as completely nude on your bottom half! “Oh shit, (y/n)….lil’ freaky ass. Ain’t even wearing panties..” teasing you as he traced a finger down your stomach. Honestly, he wasn’t mad about it one bit! And he certainly wasn’t mad about your response afterwards.. “you think I was dressed like this to get a handshake? I need some dick..” causing his eyes to lighten with sheer excitement. “..shit..I ain’t mad. Love me a girl who tells me what she wants..” He couldn’t help but to laugh because you had to have been feeling quite intoxicated to admit something of that caliber. “Well you know I aim to please, baby..I never turn down a request..”that same finger that had been toiling with the polyester material of your dress, slowly moved down between your thighs; resting idly on that mound. He could feel that pre-stirred slick damped his fingertips and he just knew he was in for a treat tonight. “…so what’s one more?” With that, and smiles curled around each of your brims, he’d continue filling your mouth with deep, passionate pecks. Drowning in your flavor and becoming drunk on you as the minutes passed. Meanwhile, those digits were starting to invade that entrance. He’d brush past your clit, invoking a shudder. That first and index finger glided in with ease and nearly made you shoot from that marble tile. “Oh fuck..”

but alas, the tender moments wouldn’t last because the second he began working those fingers around, Eren would pick back up with his teasing. “Always talking shit..hell, you prolly wouldn’t be so mean if you was getting fucked on..if you wanted me, mama. All you had to do was say so. You ain’t need to order half the damn menu at Popeyes for me to come see you..” to which you’d merely toss your head back and suck your teeth. Because for that comment, you should’ve kicked him out but he was making you feel so goddamn good! “Eren..you lucky I’m too horny right now. Otherwise, I’d pop in your shit.” But he knew he had you exactly where he wanted. In the position for him to gloat dutifully. “Nah nah..tell the truth. You got a lil’ crush on me, don’t you? I know I’m finer than a bitch and all but you must really fuck with me.” Every fiber of your being that was enjoying the moment was starting to regret ever letting his ass in! He just refused to be serious for once, even in a moment like this. But he wasn’t done quite yet, he knew exactly how to reel you back in. Pumping that first finger in and out, sloshing it around in your mixture, he’d lean forward and begin nibbling at your neck and ear; honing in to whisper something:

“I mean, just look at how wet this lil’ pussy got for me..that quick.”

which in turn, caused you to gasp when he shoved in an additional digit. It was so warm and sticky but barely giving way. Something told him you hadn’t felt the touch of another person in a long time. Especially with the way you were squirming and whimpering when he went a pace bit faster. Although he was a complete and total jackass, he knew exactly what you needed! “Shh..I know, I know..you just ain’t had nobody take care of you, that’s all…nobody telling you beautiful you are. That they’re proud of you and shit..” as his words doted on, seeping further into your brain, you’d melt even more. Becoming fully relaxed; that squeezing sensation gripped his knuckles and became even tighter. It was blatantly obvious that you had a bit of a thing for being praised. So he’d proceed to fill your head with sweet nothings and affirmations. “I know it gets hard, baby..you’re always trying your best and it feels like nobody notices. I get it. Your job not treating you right, these dudes trying to play games..but you deserve the world, baby. Deserve to be happy..” all the while, his words were more than just meaningless chatter he was spouting off. He was trying to uplift you beyond the physical aspect. He wanted you to feel invincible when he was done. At the moment, he was working you over, getting you all loosened and prepped for the main course. Alternating between your lips, neck and nipples in rotation to keep you stimulated. It would all prove to be so over whelming that tears would start welling in your eyes from all the pleasure. “Oh, Eren…” Trickling when he’d increase his speed once more and start finger fucking that tight cunt. The grip was so insane, he feared he wouldn’t last one round in it. Moreso, he didn’t have any protection. He didn’t even think about it..hell, it wasn’t as if he were randomly hooking up with all of his DoorDash clients, despite popular belief. That wasn’t to say that he hadn’t had his fair share of the ladies but they were all planned encounters. Meaning he had time to come prepared. Now, it was too late to turn back. But he could rest assured that you were fine with it.

“So lemme have you..right here. I’ll make all that stress go away. That’s what you want, right? Forget about him and all them others?” “Y-yeah! Oh please..”

practically begging with your eyes filled to the brim with tears and your face buried into the crook of his neck as you thrashed around on his fingers. They’d move concurrently; in unison to bring you to your climatic high. Licking his lips and panting, he’d gently push your shoulder blade so that you could watch the magic for yourself. On his signal, he wanted you to let it all out. Stress, anger, tension, doubt..all coiled into this orgasm. And when his digits came to a halt after rapidly moving, he’d pull them out and you would not disappoint!

“So let it out then…give me that shit.”

and it was at that moment, your view turned from his handsome face to complete blackness, feeling as if you were going to faint on impact. Imaginary stars fluttered in your view and your breath would catch in your throat before you’d release an earth shattering scream. “OH FUCK! FUCK ME..” but that wasn’t all that came with your climatic high…once you resumed consciousness, quivering and trembling, you’d feel a very warm sensation underneath you and that’s when you realized what had occurred. “Shit! I’m so sorry…” Not only had you come your brains out but you had squirted everywhere, including all over him. That was most certainly a first! For the both of you in fact…examining his white t-shirt, Eren would begin to laugh, completely amazed at how hard you had come for him. And you were in awe of how he was able to so delicately work his fingers inside of you and produce such a result. Perhaps, he was what you needed all along.

“Don’t be sorry, baby…that shit was so sexy.” Still in shock himself, he’d grasp the back of your neck and pull you towards him for yet another sloppy kiss. “C’mere…” the two of you would haphazardly smooch and peck all over one another, moaning and whimpering each other’s names. It couldn’t be helped. But that wasn’t all that was in store for you tonight. When he had a job, he always delivered and not just in the literal sense..what would this be if he didn’t give you the entire thing. “You said you need some dick, didn’t you?..” asking the rhetorical question as he tugged gown his dark grey joggers; along with the Polo waist and underneath. Once he did, he’d reveal a very erect cock; standing firmly at attention and seeping precum from the tip’s slit. He couldn’t take another second of this foreplay himself and he was all but certain you were growing anxious. So with a firm grip on your leg, he’d hoist it to his shoulder and spread your thighs to their max. It was then that you’d feel that tip prodding your stimulated folds and clit. “So show me you can take it then..” You would’ve went flying if he hadn’t been holding you in place. With determination and pure lust filling him, Eren didn’t waste another second before stuffing you full..(y/n) would all but scratch at his forearm for comfort. You’d both release heavy sighs simultaneously because each sensation garnered the reaction. His big, girthy length swollen inside of you and that tight, juicy cunt clamping down on him nearly made him collapse to his knees. But alas, he’d pull it together and maintain that dominant bravado. Forcing your head straight and your gaze directly on his own, Eren thrashed that dick into the depth of your center..leading with precise yet deep strokes. He had to go slow if he didn’t want to bust in less than a minute. It was something about you that had him ready to risk it all..the way you squeezed him, the way that body was so responsive and the way it was already creaming on his shaft..it was some pressure. None like he’d ever encountered.

however, he wasn’t the only one feeling the effects. You were becoming unraveled by the second! Tears running all down your cheeks, your legs shaking uncontrollably and your words even becoming jumbled. “I-fuck..Eren..baby, can’t—“ those rhythmic thrusts only making you feel that much more euphoric. He’d put it in so fast, it hadn’t even dawned on you just how fucking big he was! You’d glance down momentarily to see him going in and out.. “I know, I know..you just needed somebody to come stretch this pussy out, didn’t you? She’s so fucking tight, baby..I’m barely even in and look at the mess..shit..”

he was unable to feign off his own urges and pathetic whimpers at this point. He was equally as sensitive and didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to last. So rather than releasing like this; buried and nestled in that warm womb, he’d speed up and stroke your bud in the process. Keeping direct eye contact…the entire time, he’d talk you through your second orgasm. Giving you encouragement and telling how pretty you looked when you came for him not too long ago. He’d spoil you with adoration and more gentle pecks. Something you couldn’t get enough of. He’d caress your sides and squeeze the parts that he’d heard you complaining about before. Telling you how sexy it looked..it certainly didn’t help to quell your rapid quick orgasms and extra sensitivity. You couldn’t hold back even if you tried. And he couldn’t lie, he’d was getting close. So he’d offer a solution..

“Together, with me..hold my hands, mama..just like that.” With your beautiful gaze shining up at him, he’d intertwine both of your hands and begin pounding your core. In and out with rapid strokes, even as you cried out his name and sobbed from the overstimulating feeling. You’d beg and ask if it were okay.. “can I come? Please!..let me come.”. And there wasn’t a chance in hell, he could say no..because he’d following in your footsteps soon enough. “Yes, baby. Of course..let it out. Come all over that dick, baby. Yeeeess. Good girl..” Cooing to you in a gentle tone as that powerful orgasm came barreling out. Giving one final squeeze, the force of your juices pushed him out along the way. Those high pitched wails of his quickly turned to loud, deep grunts as he finally reached his own peak. “Oh fuck, fuck!—coming!—“Plastering your unsheathed tummy with a huge load of silky cream. The warm nut smeared over your beautiful skin. He couldn’t ask for a better sight. Luckily, he pulled out just in time! You’d both take a minute to examine the aftermath, amazed that what had began as an emotional pity fest turned into insane fucking like this. And he was the one responsible. Of course, he couldn’t get away without stealing one more kiss..this time, he’d didn’t let up for a full minute..but once he did, you’d both find yourself giggling in the woes of afterglow.

“How was that? You feel better?…glad you didn’t go out with (date’s name)?”

“Who was that again?”

obviously not thinking of him or anyone else after that intense session. You honestly didn’t want him to leave but you had to let him know that you appreciated him. Not just for tonight but for all the times that he’d made an attempt to cheer you up and used his humor to try and help you. It wasn’t in vain. “..thank you, Eren. So much. You have no idea how much I needed this. You’re amazing.” Which immediately made the brunette blush in embarrassment. “Aw, well the pleasure is all mine, baby. We’ll consider that my tip..and then sum’.” grasping your fingers into a light clutch, he’d place a kiss atop your knuckles. “I just hope you know I meant every word of what I said..and anytime you need to be reminded..I got you.”

it was truly comforting to know that he felt that way and now, you had begun to see him in a much better light. Suddenly, your little love fest was interrupted by the loud eruption of thunder! It seemed that the storm outside was raging on with no chance of letting up in the foreseeable future. But he wasn’t mad about it…and neither were you because you’d propose a question he’d often dreamed about. “Well, since you’re here. No need to go out in the rain tonight, is it?…unless there’s somewhere else you have to be..wanna stay here?” And of course, with bells on…he’d accept..

“I thought you’d never ask. I’d be glad to..thank you.”

pecking your forehead as he scooped you from the counter. You were certain you could rummage through your things and find some clothing for him, seeing as how you lounged in men’s sweats and pullovers all the time. You were certain he’d need it after being soaked in the rain and your juices! A warm shower would hit quite nice right now..

“Besides, I think I might need a lil’ more of that. You’re not half bad..” obviously downplaying the fact that he had just sent you to another dimension. He didn’t mind though because he was happy to supply you with whatever you wanted from now on.

but of course, he had to take one final jab and poke fun at you!

“I see somebody’s being greedy, but that’s nothing new. I’m used to it. By the way, I borrowed some of your rice on the way over here..hope you wasn’t gone eat that.”

“And I see you’re still a tacky jackass but I’m used to it.”

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POSSESSIVE EREN if he thought y/n was trying to break up with him but really she just needed some space for a little?

TELLING POSSESSIVE! EREN YOU NEED A BREAK

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“ren .. can i talk to you?” your questions hangs in the air as your boyfriend ignore the words, opting to play on the video game on the television screen in front of him.

“gimme a minute babe.” he says, glancing over to you once before going back to the game. he curses at connie over the mic before smashing the buttons on his controller rapidly.

“ren—” you try again, voice weary as you interrupt his stupid game. he yells at connie some more before as you stand there, looking stupid.

“eren i think we need a break.” your words combined with the use of his full name has your boyfriend pulling off his headphone. ayou watch them fall to the floor as he rises up out of his chair. eren’s pretty lips pull into a pout, combined with the confused look on his face you can he tell he doesn’t know what to think.

“what?”

“we need a break ren .. i just—i need a break.” you say weakly, eyes fighting to stay trained on your boyfriend. you know much he value eye contact while conversations, and despite wanting a little break from him .. you still want to make him happy by doing it.

“so .. what—where is this coming from y/n?” he says, voice rising slightly. you shake your head, slightly backing away from your boyfriend as you inhale a shaky breath.

“i already packed a bag, and i’m gonna stay at annie’s for a couple days. i—”

“no you’re not. you’re not going anywhere.” eren speaks, his tone is dark and menacing as his green eyes darken when they zero in on you. it’s as if his eyes look through you, this is why you hate looking at eren .. he makes it so hard. you feel like he’s staring on purpose to make you look away.

and it works, after a beat of silence replaces your words you look away from your boyfriend. immediately you hear him scoff loudly.

“what, you can break up with me .. but you can’t even fuckin’ look at me?” your boyfriend’s harsh words have you looking up quickly as you shake your head.

“baby, m’ not breaking up with you. i just need a break. i still love you. i always do—” you try to say, but your boyfriend’s hands dart out and grip your wrists roughly.

“who is it, huh?” he asks, backing you into the wall behind you. you shake your head in confusion, lips pulling into a frown at the question.

“who’s been fuckin’ you behind my back so much that you need a goddamn break?” he asks, and the bizarre question has your eyes widening.

this is exactly why you wanted a break. eren is in short terms .. crazy. he jumps to conclusions, he extremely obsessive and possessive over you and sometimes it’s just too much for you to take.

“m’ not fucking anyone eren, i swear .. i love you.” you words fall on deaf ears as your boyfriend shakes his head as you speak, not even listening to what you’re saying.

“why are you tryin to fucking leave me then?” he questions, letting go of your wrists. after you don’t answer your boyfriend’s question he places his hands at your waist, gently rubbing the skin of your hips peeking through eren’s blue pajama shorts you had on.

your brain is starts to grow fuzzy as your heart pounds when eren gentle fingers pulls the pajama shorts down. he exposes your bare cunt to the cold air .. even letting out a whistle when he realizes you hadn’t been wearing any panties.

“break” his ass…

“eren .. d-don’t ..” you whimper, trying to push him away. your grip is weak, and all it takes are a couple touches from eren’s greedy fingers to have you whimpering needily.

“don’t what? s’ not my pussy anymore, huh? s’ that what you’re saying?” he asks, and your eyes widen as eren puts words into your mouth .. a tactic he had done all the time during your relationship.

“i didn’t say that. ren please.” you try to say, but eren’s fingers grip your thighs, parting them for his greedy eyes despite your weak protests to see the beads of slick dribbling out of your cunt.

“you, n’ my pussy aren’t goin’ anywhere.” he speaks before flattening his tongue, licking up a stripe against your clit. on instinct, your fingers fly into eren’s dark hair as your mouth falls open.

his tongue curls, flattens and fucks it’s way through your pussy, and he adds a finger before his plump lips latch onto your clit, beginning to suck the sensitive bud harshly as you begin to whimper out from the stimulation.

“oh, fuckkk.” a soft moan slips from your lips as he adds another finger into the mix, pushing the digit through your slick walls to accompany the first one and curling it against the soft pad of your g spot.

“yeah? that’s nice hm?” eren teases, watching your eyes almost go crossed as he pushes his fingers down onto the soft spot that has your brain turning into straight mush.

“m’ gonna cum, ren ..” you whimper, eyes almost closing as your orgasm hit you like a truck. in response, eren speeds up his ministrations .. tongue greedily lapping all the slick he gets from that pretty pussy gushing cum on him.

“i c-can’t ..” your words come out broken as your legs finally give out. eren stops just in time to catch you and gently place you onto the soft carpet beneath you.

“shit..” you sigh out, trying to breathe through the hard orgasm you’d just had. eren watches you with an unreadable expression, lips glistening from your cum and his eyes dark. he looks so fucking hot right now.

“get on your hands and knees f’ me pretty.” he tells you, and your eyes widen at his tone. it’s endearing but hard, which isn’t rare for your angry and possessive boyfriend .. but it was something about tonight, tonight felt so different.

“ren i can’t .. i—” you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath from your orgasm from earlier. you don’t know if you could even go another round, you literally had no energy in your body.

“get on your hands and knees before i make you, y/n.” he says, his words leaving no room for any argument whatsoever. but you of course, seriously don’t have any energy in your legs. they feel fucking numb, burning slightly from standing so long.

“i can’t,” you whimper stupidly, and immediately your boyfriend kneels onto the floor. he roughly grabs your waist, pushing your back down into an arching position swiftly, he had absolutely no problem maneuvering you like you weighed nothing.

“thought i trained you better than this, y/n.” he speaks angrily, and you hear the sound of him shuffling around. his hands move from your waist and you stupidly try to look back at him, earning a hard slap on your ass in response.

“eyes ahead.” he harshly snaps, hard palm coming down on your ass again. your head snaps forward and you close your eyes when eren presses the tip of thick cock against your entrance, sliding it up and down to collect all that sweet pussy juice gushing from your slutty cunt.

he rubs it against your slick walls, letting out a sigh when he gently pushes the tip in through the tight ring of muscles greeting him. his cock slides in slowly, so agonizingly slowly it has your brain going dumb. eren lets out a low groan from above you as he pushes his hips forward, driving his cock deeper, and deeper into your wet walls to bottom out.

“you let someone else fuck this pussy? s’ that why you’re so loose?” his voice is slightly angry and his mean words are laced with venom to match. you shake your head, eyes watering at his degrading words as eren’s hand presses onto your back again, arching your back.

“i didn’t! ren i swear!” you cry out, when he grabs the back of your neck with his other hand. eren fingers dig into your throat as he snaps his hips up, and they meet yours with a loud slap! sound.

“why are you tryin to fuckin’ leave me then y/n? why are you tryin to take my pussy away from me?” his tone is raspy and needy as he asks the question, it’s laced with possessiveness and manipulation and of course … you fall for it

“m’ not, baby i swear!” you whine, and you feel eren’s hand apply pressure to your back in response, pushing you farther and farther down into an arching position as he drives his cock in and out of your slick pussy walls. each time he pushes down on your back, you take his dick a just little bit deeper in that slutty cunt.

SHLOP!SHLOP! SHLOP! the sound of eren’s balls slapping up against your slicked up cunt have you going dumb, your painted toes beginning to curl as you feel your abdomen clench so hard it begins to hurt.

“y’ gonna give it to jean?” he asks, a teasing tone to his voice. to par with his words, his dick drives deep into your cunt, creating a loud slick sound.

“gonna give it to armin?” a hard snap of his hips have your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his cock head begins to hit your cervix now. after the other harsh orgasms you’d had, it was so much .. so much at once.

“gonna fuckin’ give my pussy to reiner? huh? who are you gonna give my pussy to y/n?” another harsh slap from his hips have your fingers curling up into fists as your boyfriend fucks you mercilessly.

any words you want to say instantly die on your on tongue when eren’s hand comes down on your ass with a loud slap! and the impact stings before he delivers another, then another, then another until your ass is practically red and swole.

“answer me, you fuckin’ bitch.” his hand comes down the hardest it ever has in a loud SLAP! eliciting a loud shriek from your raw bitten lips. the dirty words echo in your head as your pussy tingles, abdomen clenching softly.

the brunette can’t help the smirk that pulls at his lips when he sees your eyes roll back, every snap of his hips eliciting beautifully slutty reactions from you and god .. you were fucking tightening around him again.. are you about to cum again?

“answer me,” eren speaks, practically fucking you into the floor when you don’t give him an immediate response to his question. his hips don’t cease their movements, instead increasing 2x in their speed and force. his balls slap up against your ass from each thrust, hips knocking against yours in loud slaps as your face practically is pushed into the soft carpet, your brown eyes now watering with tears of pleasure.

“nobody r-ren! s’ yours!” you scream before your cunt flexes. your body goes rigid as a small spurt of cum wets eren’s dick. he lets out a gruff moan, eyes threatening to close when your cunt deliciously clenches tightly around the girth of his cock. it has his hips stuttering slightly, but he’s not fucking done with you yet.

eren pulls his cock out of your sloppy pussy, taking notice of the string of slick connecting his cock head to your cunt. he watches as your slutty pussy clenches around nothing, and you let out a quiet breath of air as your body slightly trembles from the second powerful orgasm you’d just had today.

“come here,” eren speaks, and you look behind you. you see his arms are outstretched, and he beckons you to him with a stoic expression. your legs tremble as your stand up, eyeing the still-hard cock in front of you.

“come sit pretty,” his tone changes to that of a sweetly endearing one, beckoning you over to sit on his cock. your hands find a place at his shoulders, and you keep your eyes on your boyfriend’s as he helps line you up with the head of his dick.

it gently stretches your tiny cunt out as you sit down, down until his balls press against the rim of your ass. your eyes flutter closed as you accommodate to the fullness that you feel, it’s so delicious. your fingers curl up eren’s shirt in your tiny hands and his hand gently rub over your the burning skin on your ass, paired with gentle kisses placed on your neck your heart begins to flutter softly.

“talk to me pretty, tell me why you wanna leave me.” his words are gentle as he speaks them out, and his hands gently bring your hips up and down onto his slicked up cock, still hard and swollen.

“just needed a break. s’all.” you say softly, eyes opening when eren presses another soft kiss to your collarbone. the gentleness of his touches and kisses have your brain going crazy, you’re turning into putty in his hands after every orgasm. and right now, you’re just how he wants you … pretty and fucked out for him to have.

“stay baby. we can talk it out yeah? you don’t need to go anywhere.” your brain turns into mush at his sappy words, paired with the way he’s fucking his cock up into your overstimulated cunt it has your moral compass teetering right over the edge.

“i .. ren, i don’t—” you’re cut off with a soft kiss from your boyfriend, and his hand gently caresses your sore ass as he fucks his swollen cock up into your wet walls, eyes closing when he tastes those pretty lips against his.

“don’t leave.” he speaks onto your lips, pulling away with a soft look on his face. your body feels warm, head spinning and skin tingling as eren brings your hips down, dragging his cock up your pussy walls. each gentle thrust has your brain growing foggier and foggier, long dark lashes fluttering as your eyes threaten to close from the stimulation.

you fight to keep your eyes open, looking at your boyfriend who’s green eyes are glazed over in lust. he lays another kiss onto your lips, moaning when you kiss him back a little more passionately.

“you know i need you here pretty, ‘don’t know what i would do if you left.” he speaks against your lips, eyebrows furrowing as his abdomen flexes when your cunt tightens around him from his soft spoken words. your arms wrap around eren’s neck as he brings you up and down, up and down on his cock, fucking you slowly and gently as he coos pretty praises into your ear.

“tell me you’re staying pretty girl. i need to fuckin’ hear it.” eren’s voice is so soft and tantalizing as he speaks into your ear. your entire body trembles as your abdomen clenches from the third orgasm that night.

“m’ stayin ren—fuck.” your eyes flutter closed as you cum, cunt flexing around the girth of your boyfriend’s cock gently and slowly driving in and out your sopping walls. this orgasm has your body trembling, eyes clenching closed hard as eren rock your hips, fucking you through the powerful aftershocks of your orgasm.

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crybaby. eren knows how sensitive you are.

and much to eren's amusement, you always tend to get upset over the smallest things, overthinking until tears threaten to leave your eyes. from broken nails to losing your favourite bracelet.

it makes sense for you to be such a crybaby, being a spoilt daddy's girl since the day you were born, you've never really had the misfortune of hearing the word 'no'.

and eren has made no changes to this lifestyle of yours, buying you all the pretty clothes, bags and shoes you ask for, his reward being a sweet thank you and the best blowjob he has ever received.

but that sweet loving girlfriend of his always seems to disappear the minute he utters any other word besides 'yes'. that's when your eyes begin to water and you become extra bratty, turning away and giving him the silent treatment.

but of course eren eventually gives into you, buying the item the next day plus an extra gift.

but today is different, eren's in a bad mood.

his face us set in an angry expression as he mutters to himself, about what seems to be business.

but you, sweet, pretty you, don't seem to take the hint as you find a cute new valentino bag on your phone.

"eren?"

"mhm?"

you show him the bag, "isn't it pretty?"

he simply stares at the bag, chewing the inside of his cheek before he shrugs. "i guess."

you frown at him, usually he agrees with you, following with an 'you want it?'. so you decide to push on.

"it's on sale too."

"that's nice."

now you're really hurt, rolling your eyes before you move to leave the room.

"what's wrong now?" his tone is irritated, his expression looking as if it's been made of stone.

"nothing." you mutter, getting off the bed, eyes slightly blurry, attitude written all over your body language.

"you think that's cute?" he replys, now clearly annoyed.

"whatever, lame ass." you mutter, eyes watering even more, putting on your slippers.

"oh, for real? let me see something."

that's how you end up with your ass in the air, trying to stabilise yourself as eren fucks into you, releasing his anger into the fast, hard strokes he feeds your aching pussy, groaning as his dick fills every inch of you it possibly can, the pleasure of it all resonating deep within your abdomen as you sob and moan.

"you crying?" he mocks, one hand gripping your waist while the other lands hard smacks on the flesh of your ass. his tone is so rough and mean, only adding to the river of tears leaving your eyes.

"why you being so mean?" you whine, head pressing into the silk sheets of your bed. the way he pounds into your cervix feels so good it hurts, his balls slapping against your clit driving your senses into a frenzy.

he lands another smack to your ass, "face up, look at the mirror." he hisses out, letting put grunts of his own from how you clamp into him.

and lo and behold, there you are in your reflection, eyelashes stuck together as mascara runs down your cheeks, lips slightly swollen and in a strong pout as you whine, sew in dishevelled and falling into your face.

"does it hurt, mama?" he asks, grinning sadistically at your reflection, smile growing as you nod.

"good, since you wanna act like a lil bitch and give me attitude like that you can take all of my dick, understand? since you a grown woman."

his words are harsh, his strokes matching his tone perfectly.

"ion give a fuck about that bag." he grunts, accentuating each word with a thrust.

you feel yourself subconsciously move forward with each one, trying to escape him.

"uh-uh, throw that ass back, come here." he pulls you back, pounding your poor pussy even harder than before, causing your whining and sobbing to increase.

"it hurts!" you cry out, toes curling from the overwhelming sensation, eyes squeezing shut.

"yeah? say sorry and I'll be nice again." he hisses, gripping you even harder as he feels your orgasm starting to build up by the way your pussy convulses around him.

"i'm sorry, i'll be good..." you whimper, gripping the sheets as shivers run up and down your spine.

"that's it..." he groans, continuing at his pace before you finally cum, creaming and squirting on his dick as his nut fills you up shortly after.

he catches his breath, slowly pulling out before looking back down at you and the mixture of cum leaking onto the sheets. "you okay, baby?" he asks, rubbing your hips, admiring the handprints on your ass cheeks.

you nod weakly, too fucked out to even think.

"you still not getting that bag."

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UNDER THE INFLUENCE | e. jaeger

content + themes: our fav sluts being sluts, spit play, drunk sex, possessive eren, makeup sex if you squint, very vocal eren, he’s kinda a switch, oral sex, mentions of pregnancy/breeding, foot play, lots of praise, dirty talk, squirting, (daddy, princess, baby used) overstimulation..I mean, the ask says it all…there’s so much more though.

📝: shoutouts to you, anon. 🤞🏾🤍 (couldn’t find this in my inbox but I surely screenshotted it a while ago and decided to circle back!). Consider this my consolation for putting y’all through it. 😁

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addiction. A word with negative connotations almost every time it was uttered. A word that signified the need, the craving and desire for one thing..for some, it was drugs. For others, it was alcohol and for EJ? It was you… “Mmph!—okayyy, Eren! Baby, please…at least let us get through the door.”

“Nah…need you so bad right now. ‘Don’t know what to do..” although, he wouldn’t exactly consider it a bad thing! After all, you drew him in and he never wanted you to release the grip that was your love. But just as it was with any vice, when someone faces withdrawals, their next hit was going to be the best one. And for Eren, he was determined to get his fill! Making your way back to the hotel room where you had been residing during you guys’ stay in Los Angeles. It wasn’t a city that either of you visited often but you had gotten quite the opportunity to work with a large brand and wasn’t about to turn it down for anything. Of course, your doting husband was right by your side. Which came as a surprise to those who were on social media, feeding into the never ending rumor mill that swore you guys were splitting up. Allegations of cheating, fighting…it had caused quite the rift between you two but now, he was planning to rectify any mistakes or confusion..

“C’mon, mama..don’t hold it from me right now. Lemme eat that pussy.” Pleading in a whiny huff, he’d steady you against the wall, hands scouring your frame as he peeled those articles of clothing away from your body. Sliding that silk dress down far enough to expose your perfect tits. His lips, fresh with the scent of liquor still on them. A result of the copious amounts he had been drinking all night. Once your appearance was over, a lively after party was hosted at a nightclub and you both indulged in the amenities offered..him a lot more than you! Hennessy, Ace of Spades and vodka, he had been mixing it all and with that combination coursing his veins, he was much more lecherous than usual. He’d suckle on those erect nipples, sloppily lapping at those brown buds as he groped your breasts. Meanwhile, he was rolling the hem of your dress up and propping one of those toned legs on his shoulder. He was ravenous..craving you with all he had and was going to show you just how much! “Take it!..yes, baby—“ a finger slid between your teeth as you observed him sinking to his knees and spreading you open. “Imma fuck the shit ‘out you, I swear..” That heat was slathered in glistening slick; only partially covered by that lacy garment. He didn’t even bother to remove them when he began his rapid ascent into your juicy cunt. “You can have all this dick…just lemme taste you first, baby..” Slurping loudly with that swollen clit puckered between his lips. Nose brushing against your covered mound; folds making contact with his tongue, especially when your fingers were coiled around his thick, dark locks. Grinding your slit against his face. And he’d devour it..in his drunken haze, Eren smacked, sucked and licked at your sex vigorously. Not worried about the mess trickling down to his chin or diamond chain. Even when you shook violently from your first orgasm. He wanted all that you had..

“Put that shit in my face, mama. Use me..you deserve it.” Continuing his feasting assault. He was enjoying touching, kissing and peppering your most sensitive areas with affection. “Y’know how much I missed you? Missed kissing on this pretty pussy…” He couldn’t help himself, truly. Watching you strut about in that dress, dance and shake your ass with a drink in hand…it drove him crazy so when he got behind closed doors, you were all his. So much so, he’d become as freaky and fluid with you as he desired…. “Matter of fact…spit in my fucking mouth. Lemme taste that shit.” Lobbing a long string down to his lips where he’d graciously swallow and continue devouring you. Squeezing at your breasts, (y/n) rolled your hips and rode his face with all you had. “Oh God, it feels so good!—eating this shit so good, baby..” He’d slap and spank your ass, squeezing those plump cheeks..getting more than his fill of his beautiful wife. In a moment of haste, he’d rise from his knees and cradle you in one fell swoop. Sweeping you from your feet to carry you over to the bed, where he’d toss you to finish stripping you from your clothes and eventually, doing the same of his own.

“Eren…”

“Yeah, princess? Tell me what you need..tell me everything you want..”

huffing as he tore off his shirt and unbuckled his pants..whilst he did so, he’d watch you spread your legs slightly; revealing that line of slick he had drawn up. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock in between those fat pussy lips..feel that tight warmth once again and reclaim your body as his own. Whilst he’d do so, you were rubbing and massaging your clit; curling your legs up in the air..

“..Need you to fuck me..want that dick so bad…”

whilst listening to your demands, he’d stroke himself from the base to the tip, getting his already stiff hard on even more erect. Chewing at his lower lip as he watched you toy with that plump cunt. It looked so good, he put in his mind right then and there that he may never pull out. You were going to be stuffed full of his cum.

“Then open them legs, baby..hold ‘em open..” traipsing straight up to you; placing a knee in the center of the bed as you spread yourself to his desire. That slit was overflowing with arousal and waiting for him to sink his cock in between those walls. You were already pulsating, recollecting the last time he had truly made love to you. With his entire being…fucking you slowly and relentlessly until you screamed out his name. Clawing your nails into his back until sharp red marks were left and every last droplet of his nut was housed inside of you after emptying those giant balls of his. You needed it and he craved you all the same. So without another moment of hesitation, after tapping himself against you..he’d glide right in.

“Oh my—fuuuck, baby. You feel so good. That pussy’s so tight..”

howling out as if it were the first time all over again. Regardless of how many times he took claim of you, the ever so familiar clutch and grip of your hole remained. Almost as if it were perfectly designed for him. He didn’t waste another second in trying to adjust or acclimate but rather, feeding you rhythmic, fluid strokes. Clawing a hand through his chocolate locks, Eren honed in on you and ensured that you felt every single thrust. “..goddamn…look at that shit. She’s creaming on me…you missed me too, baby? You missed daddy?” Cooing to both you and your needy cunt..referring to the milky sheath dripping all down shaft and balls. “Yes, daddy! Fuck!…I missed you so much. Missed the way you fucked me…” Although he was still gaining his stride, it took no time for your bodies to become reconnected. Housing him like that of a glove after each stroke. Regardless of his lack of sobriety, he was love drunk on you any day of the week and that would never change. With your quivering legs resting on his shoulders, he’d grab and position your foot to the center of his chest and kept a hold onto it. Suddenly, his lips would make home on the instep and ankle, ravaging it with soft and tender kisses. By then, his pace had begun to speed up and his opposite hand was circulating near your clit; massaging the sensitive bud with his thumb pad. Once he heard your response, he’d started to throb inside of you, loving how desperate you were for him..time and distance regardless.

“I know, princess…I’m so sorry I was away from you..” just then, you’d feel the sensation of your white painted toes gliding in and out of his mouth. Suckling and licking on them as faint growls arose from his throat. He was like a man unhinged, needing and craving you carnally. “That’s okay..because I swear imma make it up to you…” vowing through heavy pants as the feeling of you wrapped around his member had begun to take its toll. “Imma make you come until you can’t anymore. I’m yours..all night. Use me to get that nut. As many as you want..” That fat mushroom tip had swollen to its capacity..seeping precum as it pecked the inner corner of your cervix. Because of it, you had begun to emit splashes of squirt. “Fuuuck yes! Right there…right there, you’re stretching this fucking pussy, baby.” He’d slow down as not too catch them all at once because he wanted to take his time enjoying the onslaught of it. You had never heard him so vocal and primal, taking his time to ensure that your body was well and satisfied. Still thrashing around inside of you, Eren left one final kiss on your foot before bending those legs back behind your head; folding you into that of a quintessential pretzel shape. Either way, each movement of his thick cock was visible..down to the bulge in the lower part of your belly.

“..Nngh! ‘S too much, daddy! Need you take some out..”

whimpering for him with your fingers pawing at his abs, tapping because not even he realized how deep he was in it. Buried to the base with balls smacking your asshole. The bed was rattling around and the headboard slamming against the walls of the suite. Luckily, you had no guests nearby..otherwise, they were in for an earful. But that was neither of your concern. Even so, he couldn’t grant your request until you did something in return for him. Halting, he’d allow that dick to rest idly inside of you as he shoved his fingers into your mouth, working them in and out. “You gone squirt for me, mama? Nut all over this dick?” And naturally, he’d received a prompt nod back. He seemed satisfied with your answer so he’d slowly ease that throbbing cock out; a stream of his cum absentmindedly spraying across your torso and as promised, you’d spray his entire abdomen and cock up with those sweet, warm juices. He was pleased with the little display of waterworks, regardless of your whimpers. “There we go…good girl.” Praising you as you pushed out more of that nectar. Your legs were left in a trembling mess but he gave you no time to recover..

“Save some f’r me..” chuckling as he lowered his head and lapped up every drop of it, even latching into your clit despite the sensitivity. He was insatiable and hungrier for you, now more than ever! With your entire body left in shambles, he’d work his way back up from your thighs to your neck with that trailing tongue..wrapping a hand around your throat as he whispered into your ear. “I love you, fuck I swear..I love you so much. Don’t ever forget that..” whilst doing so..lingering on his every word, he’d ease himself back inside and resume his movements. Each one felt so much better than the last and you were hooked, on his every word and embrace. “I love you too, ‘Ren! I love you too..please, don’t stop..” He truly meant it and you never doubted for a second, even if that liquor was making the feelings more intense. He was yours and nothing could keep you two apart ever again. Peppering your temple with kisses, he’d persist and pound your core until you were leaking yet again. Almost without missing a beat, he’d spout a small loud into your womb and continued going..

“Don’t worry, princess. I’m not going nowhere…I’m right here wit’ you. You opening up so good f’r me…gonna make me give you all this nut..you want it? Want me to get you pregnant tonight?”

questioning in a high pitched coo as he were reaching his second peak so soon. Running on what seemed to be fumes but he had far more in the tank. You were throbbing; smiling with a fucked out expression on your face at the thought of him breeding you. Whatever he wanted to do…you were more than happy to go along with. As long as he kept making love to you like this.

“Please..come in me. Come in this pussy…it’s yours, always been yours..”

Glaring into his eye and encouraging that cum out of him. Low and behold, it didn’t take long before that he’d halt yet again and release not only a loud, ear shattering moan but a warm load as well. Right in the depth of your womb. Your nails dragged into his back, signifying just how good he was making you feel. But this was only the beginning of your drunken..steamy stupor. The best was yet to come!..

“Fuck..need you to take more of that, baby..need you to empty me.”

[mazzaratiehotty]

reverb: chapter ten

synopsis: after making the decision to show up to Armin’s yacht party, courtesy of her sis and uncle’s advice, (Y/N) lets loose and unwinds alongside big time names and familiar faces. Even with the event in full swing and not a thing to worry about, her mind can’t help but linger on the man who had all but flipped her world upside down (for the better, of course!) and where he was on this wonderful night. Almost certain that he had declined his own best friend’s invitation, (y/n) washes her hands of the idea that she’ll ever cross paths with the rapper ever again. But she’s taken aback when he makes a surprise appearance and with only one goal in mind: whisking her away for some alone time! Hot, drunken hookups and heavy love making await the couple for the weekend ahead. But what follows them after a second rendezvous? A potential relationship or more confusion?

word count: 10.4K

content + themes: sexual content (this is almost entirely porn with 30% plot), alcohol use, 69, fingering, body worship, mentions of weed, creampie/cumshot, missionary, drunk sex, oral (m. receiving), reverse cowgirl, back shots, squirting, daddy’s used like twice, hair pulling, lotsss of dirty talk, remnants of toxic EJ.

“So do you run game on dudes like that too?” “No baby, I don’t play with my food…I devour it.”

📝: When I tell y'all I have missed this story dearly and couldn’t wait to update it more frequently. I’m even more grateful that y’all feel the same. 🥹 seeing yalls support, the way y’all ask when the new chapter is coming and headcanons of this story has truly made me happy bc I honestly thought everyone was tired of it. But it will not be going anywhere anytime soon! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter (I got a feeling you will 🌚)!

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The initial shock of the moment hadn’t quite processed for you and you couldn’t be certain if it was truly who you thought it was standing before you. Surely, he wouldn’t show up to something like this, even if it was for his friend. He hated large crowds, he hated social gatherings and being in these sorts of environments was not this man’s style. Yet here he was, in the flesh!

“N-no, not at all..” turning to face him as he pulled the chair out to take a seat. But not before giving you the tightest hug in the process and you swore you could’ve died right there! He smelled so good; the essence of his cologne wafting through your nose and felt so warm. He was like twice your size and it brought a swarm of butterflies throughout the pit of your tummy. “I missed you.” Admitting whilst wrapped in his arms and he’d return the sentiment. “I missed you too.” Just as you were greeting your acquaintance, the bartender would slide another glass across the marble countertop and you’d thank him once more. Your eyes couldn’t help but to be fixated on Eren though…tan skin glistening underneath the moonlight, he was dressed like everyone else on the boat in a two piece outfit that had his pecs and abs exposed. His chain sitting idly on his chest; diamonds flickering underneath all the lighting and when he’d flash you a smile, you’d see the bottom row of his teeth littered with matching grills. He was so insanely attractive and without effort!…

“And here I was thinking you’d withstand the heat of peer pressure and not show up. Looks like we both got dragged along, huh?” That deep, somewhat raspy voice rang in your ear as you watched him wave the bartender over. He’d asked for four shots of Casamigos and offered to cover the remainder of your tab as well.

“Mm, I guess you could say that. I had my own reasons for showing up.” Amidst your conversation, he’d slide a glass over to you as well. “Really? And what might that be?” “You’re a smart man, I’m sure you can figure it out.” The subtle gestures shared between you guys were teeming with tension. It was blatantly obvious that regardless of how much time had passed, you weren’t exactly on bad terms. In fact, you’d even chock it up to that old cliche about distance making the heart grow fonder. Not only that, with the physical attraction between you two was so utterly strong, it was impossible to just write that off. You’d chuckle amongst yourselves and clink those cups together before knocking back your first half of the set. The tingle of the liquor coursing through each of your veins…if you weren’t careful, you’d find yourselves in the same predicament..it was bad enough that your first little rendezvous almost ended up all over the internet. Even without his face in the camera, people were still speculating that the abrupt conclusion to your livestream was caused by your man..who didn’t exist! Shrugging his shoulders, Eren tossed back another and merely chuckled to himself. “Gonna take a wild guess and say it’s not the buffet downstairs.” Running a finger along the rim of your glass, (y/n) let out a soft giggle and licked the remnants of salt from it. You loved his sarcasm, even when others found it repulsive.

“No but the shrimp puffs? Good as hell.” “Listen, if you wanna go stuff your purse full, I’ll stand watch.” “Already ahead of you. Gotta get my money’s worth out this new Birkin somehow..” Assuring before turning to face him. He couldn’t help but to burst into laughter at your quick witted response to his joke. “Damn…my type of woman.” The two of you cackling before clicking the top of your glasses together. Honestly, there was no point in playing coy or acting like total strangers. Why even beat around the bush and pretend that he wasn’t on your mind? Kind of hard to ignore a man who ate your pussy to the point of literal tears! This little charade was kind of cute but futile nonetheless. You knew exactly what you came here looking for tonight and now that he had shown up, there was truly no need to stick around. Everything else seemed like background noise..mind numbing, useless chatter when he was around. So instead of wasting any more time, he’d usher the bartender over once more to give you guys one last round and a pretty hefty tip of fifty bucks for his troubles. With those drinks flowing and the liquor beginning to loosen you both up, you’d use the liquid courage for the purpose of getting your words out. Express those feelings and say what was weighing on you guys' chests' and addressing the obvious elephants in the room.

“Heard you’ve had a rough couple of weeks…hope you’ve been doing alright. I was thinking about you..” declaring in that raspy tone as he avoided direct eye contact, knowing you’d more than likely get his heart to flutter if he did so. Those innocent eyes, pouty lips and pretty face was his Achilles heel, truly! The same way his devilishly handsome looks caused a pang in the pit of your stomach. You could stare at him for days and never grow tired..it’s the same way you felt when you first saw him in that viral video, singing to his heart's content at the shoe store he was working at....in awe of him then as an adoring fan and in awe of him now, as a little something more. In regards to his statement, you’d merely laugh it off and toss back another shot. The circle of emotions you had gone through over the past few days was an understatement of how you truly felt. Grief, anger, sadness, confusion and finally, a bit of happiness. You weren’t trying to drudge them back up at the moment. Of course, seeing him contributed a bit to the joy.

“How sweet of you..but I’m okay now. Much better than I was at least.” Which was an understatement because just a few days ago, you were hurled over a toilet after drinking more than half your body weight. Needless to say, you refused to go back down that path. That was a relief to him, especially after getting a brief rundown of your ordeal. Out of respect or not wanting to ruin the mood, he’d refrain from mentioning it. Instead, he’d nod and tell you that he was glad you were doing better. Even looking you up and down when those subtle glances. But you couldn’t help but to feel the same..it was blatantly obvious that the dormant tension between you two hadn’t dissipated at all. Rather, it was only growing and soon, sparks would fly yet again.

“I could ask you the same thing though. I saw you all over Instagram..” The declaration caused immediate fluster from the rapper. His cheeks glowing bright red at the sheer thought of you seeing him in that state. Normally, he wouldn’t have given a shit how people perceived him but needless to say, you weren’t other people! He didn’t want you thinking less of him because of some dumb mishap. “Yeah, about that..it was nothing. Just another misunderstanding. Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry I hadn’t hit you up though. Guess I’ve been kinda busy.” But he’d be surprised to learn that you aligned with his decision just as much. Taking one more sip, you’d nod your head and listen to him tiptoeing around his explanation. Not that he had to explain a thing to you or anyone else. You would’ve liked to have thought that you had a rather keen sense of judgment when it came to reading others..that you could tell when someone was a good person or just pretending to be and although EJ came off as brash and nonchalant, you could tell that deep down, he was the former.

“Nah, you good. Hey, if somebody scratched up my new car, I would’ve blanked too. Don’t feel bad.” The words seemed to have put him in a far better headspace regarding his decisions. You weren’t judging him or turning away at the mention of it. But your next piece made him even more elated. “I know it can’t be fun having people in your face like that and they expect you not to react. Besides…I ain’t never seen somebody look fine as hell in their mugshot.” And something about having that encouragement from you made him feel all the more comfortable with his decision. Suddenly, a cheeky grin would appear across his face and he’d laugh a bit, thinking about how similar the two of you were. It was crazy, but he had never met anyone quite like the lovely (y/n).

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.” Joking once more and just like the first time, you met it with equal humor. “Perhaps. You’re kinda cute when you blush.” Becoming even more tickled by your praise…if it’s one thing he loved more about a woman than her physical appearance, it was her personality and you had a ton of it. He hated to admit it but a girl who could make him laugh could get him out of his clothes real quick! “Aye, you said you came with your girl, right? Did she ditch you or something?” Inquiring as if he couldn’t already make a pretty presumptive guess and figure out where she was. Holding your glass, you’d roll your eyes at the thought of your bestie getting cracked while she left you around a bunch of practical strangers. Thank goodness EJ had shown up, otherwise, you would’ve been looking mighty awkward. “If by ditch, you mean go hump on her man like a damn dog?..then absolutely.” “That quick, huh? Getting involved with that dumbass willingly can’t be good. She better be careful.” However, you’d beg to differ. You knew your best friend better than anyone so it made perfect sense that they were messing around. Still cradling that glass, (y/n) attempted to mask your laughter but it was of no use because you knew what she was capable of. He had nothing to worry about! “Save your well wishes. Haven’t met a man yet she hasn’t left crying. It’d be a miracle if your homeboy doesn’t end up in her jar of souls too.” The banter about your best friends sending you two into hysterics; laughing and cackling. Talking about how equally toxic they both were..it seemed that your energy should be focused elsewhere. Perhaps on your own little situationship..that’s when things would escalate a little further and a little more lecherous as well. “Shit..so do you run game on dudes like that too?” Posing the question as a means to tease you but you merely saw it as a way to get his blood rushing..in more ways than one. And to let him know what type of time you were on. “No baby, I don’t play with my food….I just devour it.” Alluding to your impeccable oral skills with the twirl of your tongue around the cherry that was resting in your martini. He was going to end up fucking you right there against that railing if you didn’t stop! That’s when Eren had to regroup and remember where he was at the moment.

“Well speaking of devour…you look amazing tonight.”

those jade eyes of his surveying your entire frame from head to toe, sending you into complete fluster. Not only was that alcohol starting to course its way through his system but he had done a little pregaming with a blunt shortly before arriving. The combination of being cross faded and seeing that milky white bikini against your beautiful brown skin, had him fighting off thoughts he shouldn’t have. Granted, he hadn’t been able to get you off of his mind since the first time you had sex. He was stuck for days afterwards, thinking about how amazing you felt and how he had never had a woman quite like you. How well you took him and everything. Little did he know, that was merely a teaser for what you could really do. Given the time and opportunity, you’d make sure he’d never wanna leave you alone. But his mind wasn’t the only one running wild with indecent thoughts because the second he came aboard deck, you had to stop yourself from pouncing on his ass! You’d never say so out loud but this man had been on your mind everyday since Houston. Even in the midst of your depression, you’d longed for him. Going as far to imagine him holding and comforting you during your difficult time. Also, what you neglected to tell him was that his mugshot, the one you referenced circulating Instagram had made you hot and incredibly bothered!…as bad as it was, you had never seen someone look so good in such a vulnerable state. Not only that, seeing him up close with those grills beaming from his mouth…it was unreal. It made you wonder what he’d look like with them on whilst eating your—

“You think so? Good enough to eat, huh?” “Good enough to get licked, sucked..whatever you want. Almost made me trip over my damn self when I saw you..” scooting closer as he doubled down on the sentiment. He was far past the point of being shy and he hoped you were as well. If he could truly be real…in all honesty, he was trying to end the evening with you fucking up his sheets. That pussy was the best he’d ever had and he most certainly wanted a second helping. Inching closer, the two of you slowly began bridging that distance between your bodies. “I think you’re just being nice.” Causing the sexual tension to rise even higher…anyone from the outside looking in would most certainly say the same. Including the bartender, who had been stealing glances at the two of you. Even he could see how madly infatuated EJ was. Taking his hand, you’d toy with his fingers and inevitably close the gap of space between you.

“....you sure that’s not just the liquor talking?” Sarcastically teasing him as you ran a long acrylic finger down the center of his chest. Those pouty lips breaking into yet another smirk when he glanced down at you; the gleam of those diamonds in his mouth refracting against the lights.. eliciting a full body shudder from you. But alas his response was exactly what you were hoping to hear. “Nah, that was from the heart..” and in that moment, EJ would wave you towards him with two fingers before whispering into your ear. The gravelly voice uttering the most lascivious of sentiments. Leaving you unable to mask or hide your reactions. Uttering every nasty thing he planned to do if you’d let him. All you could do was chew profusely at your bottom lip and try to feign your facial expressions with a hand cupped across your mouth. “That was the liquor talking.” There was no doubt of the type of time he was on and it would seem your clock was ticking just the same.

“EJ. Quit playing. You tryna’ get a bitch in trouble.”

“You should know by now that’s my favorite pastime.” Hitting you with a smug look before sipping his drink. Luckily, no one seemed to have heard you two at the moment. “Speaking of…you still got that limp or you good?” Besides, you’ve said and done far worse at this point. But that’s exactly why you wouldn’t leave him alone any time soon. Smacking your lips, (y/n) furrowed your brow while taking another sip of the liquor.. “..no, but I see you still have that slick ass mouth.” “Yeah. Better come shut me up then..” Subtly flicking his tongue in his drink to resemble that of his movements he used on you a couple weeks ago. If anyone would’ve spotted you guys, they would’ve sworn you were a couple..but you were having the time of your life, being flirtatious and having fun. No labels needed. Especially with a vibe like this. It just came naturally..

it was at that moment, you realized that this was your cue to bow out gracefully and get the hell up out of here. It was blatantly obvious what was on the forefront of both of your minds so you didn’t care to even talk to anyone else at the moment. The fact that he managed to slip by undetected by everyone else and bumped into you on his first encounter was nothing more than the universe intervening. He wasn’t about to wait around long enough for someone to come bothering him and delay his inevitable plans with you any longer. Or wind up in an awkward confrontation with people he had no interest in talking to at the moment. Not with you practically clinging to one another; your arms coiling his torso and his around your shoulders, he’d glance down once more and pose a question:

“So you trying to leave with me or what? I don’t really see a need to stick around here..what you think?” And of course, the answer was rather simple as well.

“..what took you so long to ask?” He needed no further explanation and after tipping the bartender once, thanking him for his service, EJ would extend his hand, guiding you out of your seat and following suit right after. The faithful attendant would toss him a wink; a signal among men that knew what was about to transpire. Tonight, however..you weren’t much in the mood to be docile or let him get the drop on you. Little did he know nor was he aware that you were about to give him a night he’d never forget..walking hand in hand with you trailing a couple steps ahead of him, you’d glance over your shoulder to tease him..only fueling that desire even more. “Don’t be staring at my ass now.” Only to be met with an expected, sarcastic retort, along with a smug grin. “Telling me not to look when you sat it on my face three weeks ago is crazy.” Immediately sending you into laughter. “Shut uppp.” It felt good to have amusement like this. However, the fun was only beginning! ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

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thirty minutes and one long Uber ride later, (y/n) found yourself stepping foot over the threshold of the spacious mansion, owned and occupied by the man who had accompanied you tonight. A whopping seven thousand square foot home with seven rooms and six baths. It was huge..the kind you would’ve only ever seen on television as a kid. Yet here you were being invited in with open arms by this world famous, fine ass rapper. Nineteen year old (y/n) was somewhere screaming! Turning to you as he extended his jewelry flooded fingers, Eren reached out to pull you in so he could shut the door behind you both. You couldn’t stop gawking at how picturesque this place was!

“Don’t be shy, beautiful. You’re my guest.” Immediately tugging you towards his chest and swaddling you in an embrace. “I apprecIate the hospitality. You have a beautiful place here.” But in all truthfulness, there was only one area either of you were interested in at the moment and that was the bedroom. That much was apparent by the snide grins on both your faces as they met only a few inches apart. Your head was practically buried in his chest because of the stark height difference until he tilted it up by your chin. That pretty face was going to be the death of him..with another hand coiled around the small of your back, he’d hold you close; observing you for a moment.

“Well I’d be happy to give you a grand tour..” of course, there was the latter option and he was certain you’d choose it, seeing as how your hands were roaming all over his exposed chest. “But something tells me you’d rather wait.” Not to mention, the way you were teasing him through his shorts in the backseat of that car. Running your tongue along his earlobe and whispering in it how turned on you were. He knew you were freaky but this was a different side of you tonight..not that he was complaining whatsoever! How could he when this sexy ass woman was practically begging for the dick? Now, with no limitations or disturbances, he could do exactly that. So in a matter of seconds, EJ shoved his tongue into your mouth whilst gliding those hands lower down your frame until both palms were cusped around those thick asscheeks..only sheathed by the thin cover up tied around your waist. It didn’t take long at all for that intensity to kick back up. Initiating a series of sloppy kisses, he’d push his tongue farther in between your jaws until you were moaning into the pecks. Heavy traces of that liquor still prevalent on your breath. Those plush lips smacking against his own and his fingertips gripping the plumpness of your cheeks. Occasionally feeding you light spanks..he couldn’t recall the last time he’d felt up on a woman that drew forth such intense emotions from him. “Can’t believe it’s been three weeks..needed you so bad..” whimpering against his lips; gently rutting yourself in his grasp as your hands snaked up around the back of his neck. He couldn’t resist those sweet moans and those beautiful eyes gazing upon him full of lust. “Did you? You missed me, baby?” Questioning rhetorically with a faint smirk. Tapping at your bottom lip with his thumb. He could tell you were feigning and although he felt the same, he wanted to hear you say the fateful words. He wanted you to let him know exactly what you needed. Something about getting a woman addicted to him inflated his ego. “Yes..couldn’t stop thinking about you..” And you had no problem doing so..shuffling you to a nearby wall with his frame towering over your own, he'd bring a finger underneath your chin, drawing your faces to eye level. Your words slurring slightly and his reactions a little slow but you both were well aware of what you wanted and needed.

“Well tell me…what’s on your mind?..I’m all ears..” displaying those silver bottoms once more with a wide simper. If he stared at you any longer, you were afraid your knees would buckle. It was then that you’d feel those digits snaking from your backside all the way to the front of your torso..so casually slipping between the thin seat of that bikini. Immediately causing your breath to catch in the back of your throat. That’s when you’d whisper into his ear, whimpering about you needing him to fuck the shit out of you and how you were so wet at the moment.

“It’s like that then?”

“Been like that..”

hearing such a bold proclamation come from your mouth made him ready to pounce but he maintained restraint. He had his fair share of plans to do that already but first…more so than anything, he wanted you to keep talking. Keep telling him all the thoughts that plagued your mind when he wasn’t around. Slowly working those digits around, he’d let one slip inside of you and impale you on it, allowing you to ride it down to the knuckle. He couldn’t lie..he’d had a few hookups in his lifetime, specifically when he became famous and granted, they were good. A model here or some married singer or actress there who had no business at his show in the first place there..or even some fan who told him her boyfriend was out of town but she could keep a secret and he’d make sure she got her money’s worth if she were bad enough. Mainly done out of sheer boredom and to shut his friends up about how he needed to live a little more. But they were nothing like you..not one of them could ever think to hold a candle and that was exactly why he was doubling back. It’d be times that he’d find himself lying in bed; replaying the imagery of you underneath him, watching the recoil of your thick ass bouncing as he fed you backshots. Staring at your pretty face in missionary and watching you wet him up each time you came. He had to all but restrain himself from fucking you into the mattress because it felt so good!..not to mention when you managed to stall Niesha for the evening and there were no limitations. He had you all to himself that night and he took full advantage. The memories of you with your legs folded behind your head as he dicked you down. The visible imprint in your stomach and the sheath of cream smacking between his balls. Not to mention the way you squirted for him at will. Making and maintaining eye contact whilst he rubbed your clit. It was hands down, the best fuck session he’s ever experienced and had it not been a shame, he would’ve asked you to be his girl right there on the spot! That’s how stuck (y/n) had the infamous EJ..

but it wasn’t just the sexual aspect of it. It was your energy..he felt comfortable and safe around you, as weird as it may have seemed. The way you not only begged him but submitted yourself fully. Not in a fit of desperation in hopes of being with him. More or less telling him: ‘Imma give you this pussy, I trust you know what to do with it..’ He didn’t take you as the type to go run your mouth or try to ‘expose’ him if things ever went south either. He’d lurk in your comments and lives, where people were already speculating about you two. But you ignored every one of them. Your only words were ‘he’s one of my favorite artists. That’s it. Don’t talk about people and make up shit when they’re not here to defend themselves..’ followed by a block if they kept pushing it. It was no one’s business what the two of you did. Hence why he told all of his staff they were off for the weekend, for his boys not to come bothering him and his assistant to stay away..he had plans and they didn’t involve anyone else but you. Giving you one more sloppy kiss, Eren would slowly and reluctantly withdraw his fingers from inside of you and allow you to clean off your own flavor before ushering you over towards the foyer area. Out of courtesy and respect, he didn’t make you walk far but rather, showed you one of the many nifty little perks within his house..including the discreetly hidden elevator shaft near the staircase.

“Let’s go upstairs..I think we can work sum’ out.”

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after making the short journey from the downstairs to the master bedroom, all bets were safe to be said off. Completely free for you to do as you pleased and he wasted no time in taking advantage of the empty nest. With the door shut and bolted behind you, he’d make haste in scooping you up and getting you out of those clothes entirely. Toiling with the strings of those swimsuit bottoms, he’d untie each side and let them fall to the floor beneath you. From there, his hands made place right back on your ass, roaming and caressing gently. He’d squeeze and smack the soft ample flesh..getting a good feel. Even marking them with a couple heavy handed smacks. “Damn, this shit’s so big..” mumbling as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. Constantly smacking and admiring the supple flesh that was your rear. He loved the softness, the jiggle and the ripple effect that was drummed forth by his hands. You were both so intoxicated that every feeling and emotion coursing through your bodies were ten times more intense. Saying whatever comes to mind without a filter, rhyme or reason. Eventually, his lips would trail from your neck down to your collarbone with his hands roaming the rest of your frame. Just to really get him aroused, you’d bounce those cheeks on your lonesome and make them twerk in his grasp. “Fuck..” still in awe of how stacked you were. Your body was incredible and all natural to boot. He’d lost count of how many times he’d watch you shake it on Instagram and how mesmerized he was. Nothing against the girls that took the surgical route but your physique just hit different. Seeing the stretch marks across that ass and your thighs jiggling when you moved it had him salivating and ready to see it in action again. “You like it?” “Mhmmm..love it.” Muttering into your shoulder blade as his lips grazed the skin. His hands soon ran up the sides of your torso and to your breasts. By now, the two of you had shuffled over to the foot of his king size bed and he was teetering backwards as he felt you up. In one fell swoop, he’d cup your tits into his palms and squeeze gently once more.

“Can I take this off too?” “Of course..” Mumbling so sweetly against your lips. You loved that he asked for your consent but you all but begged him to remove that top before he’d place those perfect double D cups in his palms and flicked his tongue around those sensitive nipples. Meanwhile, you couldn’t just sit idle and complicit either..so instead, (y/n) trailed a hand down the center of his abdomen; your nails scaling that chiseled six pack until you reached the drawstring on his shorts. While he delicately pecked and licked on those little brown buds, you would take the liberty of stroking him through his boxers. The wide elastic band with ‘Dolce and Gabbana’ inscribed across the top being tugged down in the midst of your hand cradling his shaft. That entire lower half was stripped bare in less than a minute once you began playing with him. So much so, he lost concentration on the task he was focusing on and brought his mouth back up to meet your own; swishing your tongues around in a sloppy manner that ended with two half smirks and strings of saliva from you both. But not before you’d whisper a rather lecherous request against his lips…

“Lemme taste you, baby..”

and who was he to deny a pretty lady’s command? Falling back onto the foot of the bed, Eren wasted no time peeling off the remainder of his clothes, including the socks, slides and the button down shirt he had on. “Please, feel free..” His pants and boxers were already pooling at his ankles as you had removed them yourself. He’d take a seat and allow you to maneuver his body as you saw fit. Positioned on your knees, you’d run those nimble hands along his thighs; marked with scattered tattoos and flick your tongue around. You could spend hours admiring him..tracing your fingertips along the perimeter of his inner crevices, you’d slowly work your way up to his exposed shaft. Seeing it at this angle truly put into perspective just how big he was. Nine inches long, veiny but with ample girth and a puffy tip. Not to mention, it looked so pretty all trimmed around the base and glistening with precum. No wonder you were crying and making a mess last time. His dick was so fucking beautiful…meanwhile, he’d recline with his arms stretched backwards and a tiny quiver on his lip as he waited in anticipation at your next move. Suddenly, he’d feel and see that tongue run up the bottom side of that shaft before your first would enclose the top half. You’d slowly stroke from the tip up; getting it far more stimulated. You were about to show him the effect you had on the men who’d cross paths with you before. Although you could count them on one hand and only a few fingers, you knew they’d come running back if you told them. Rather than some toxic game of cat and mouse, you preferred to make them fall for you. Ensure that no matter what..or who they were with, you’d always be at the forefront of their minds. It wasn’t uncommon for an ex to be trying to spin the block whilst in a new relationship. Mad at their old girl for not fucking them the way you did, some broke ass nigga who never stood a chance to begin with or some spiteful rapper who could only hope you acknowledged him would throw shade in his new song..but you could care less. You only doubled back if they were worth the time. And so far..

“Damn… ‘s so big.”

he was the only one worth the trouble! Any man who could leave you stuck like that, could always get some pussy! Gliding your hand up the side of his shaft, (y/n) would carefully move his cock towards your mouth..providing a single lick around the tip; twirling your tongue in a circular pattern to get a feel..he didn’t say a word and rather, waited with bated breath to see how you did. If the sex in Houston was any indicator of how skilled you were in the bedroom, he might truly not be able to leave you alone. However, he couldn’t handle this teasing! Your fingertips grazed over his balls; tracing along the singular vein running across them as well as his shaft. Soon, your lips were cradling his tip and that tongue worked the top half. Instantly, he could feel just how wet your mouth was..pooling with saliva from his previous teasing. You were practically salivating for a chance to suck him dry. Finally taking a couple inches in, you’d gently suckle the tip and allow your mouth to become adjusted to his size. The first time, he didn’t even allow you to touch him because he was so adamant on getting your nuts first. Now, it was time to reciprocate.

“..shit…suck it just like that, baby. ” it wasn’t long before the words were spilling from his mouth in a whiny haze when those suctioning noises and sensations began to increase. Your mouth, hands and tongue..all working in perfect unison to please him. Your head was perfectly cradled in his lap, bobbing to make the rhythmic pace of your mouth. Your hand worked to create a counterclockwise rotation; your hands twisting one and and your lips shooting straight down. Eventually, slurping sounds would emit from you and long, trailed strings of spit were puddling down his shaft. It was blatantly obvious that your talents extended far beyond pole dancing.

still gently massaging that sack, (y/n) removed your other hand entirely from his length and replaced it with merely your mouth. Both palms eventually remained planted on his thighs for leverage. Two inches turned into five and five soon turned into nearly his entire dick residing down your throat. Eren would rake those beautiful locks of yours out of your face so that he had a better view. Those beautiful brown eyes fixated on him until they began to roll back from practically fucking your own face. You’d meet the strokes reminiscent of his; using this man to your leisure right now and he had no complaints! Choking, gagging and spitting all over his cock as if you were disrespecting it and he loved it! Reaching for your head, Eren finally found the strength to assist you..only after clawing his nails into the sheets for five minutes straight and gritting his teeth.

“Eat that fucking dick up, baby..C’mere.” Ushering you towards him with his fingers coiled to the back of your head and his lips drawing near. In a split second, he’d steal a rather passionate and sloppy barrage of kisses from you, despite your entire mouth and top half being drenched in saliva. He’d even spit into your mouth to help aid the effort..soon, his erection was soon lodged back into your mouth, muffling any noise that was coming out. You were an absolute mess of bodily fluids and sweat sheen. Your makeup begins to smear from how hard you had been going. You didn’t care about appearances or how nasty it looked..all you wanted was the satisfaction of seeing him lose his mind. “Don’t be shy, come on my face..” Which he was well on his way to doing when he felt your hand pumping and squeezing both balls and shaft. You’d blow bubbles of saliva and precum at you spat against his cock. From the smile on your face and the constant laughter, it was obvious that you were enjoying this just as much as he was. Of course, that could have also been attributed to being drunk as hell. You’d be met with the vibrations and trembling from his legs as you forced every inch of him to the back of your esophagus. You’d gag for a split moment, only to hold him in place and allow drool to pour down to his base. Allowing him to sandwich your head between his palms and buck his hips into your mouth. Meanwhile, you’d massage those swollen, full balls with the gentlest of hands; in hopes of working him into an orgasm. “Ohhh..my gosh—fuck! You’re so fucking nasty, I love it.”

but before you could drum up those inevitable strings of cum, Eren would halt you in your tracks and lift you from the floor.

“Fuck, baby..climb up here.”

mainly out of sheer desperation to not blow his load too quickly. With his chest heaving and hands trembling from the impending climax that he decided to hold off on, Eren hoisted you onto the bed and on top of him, but not before bringing you in for one more nasty kiss. This time, tugging you by the back of your hair. You were beaming from ear to ear…this was only the beginning of what awaited you two this weekend!

“Mmm..why’d you stop me? I was just having fun..” muttering with a deviant glare and soft giggles, (y/n) traced a fingertip down his chest and noticed the immediate shudder..you had truly worked him over and you had a feeling he was going to burst any second. However, he had other plans. Plans to edge both of you so that when you finally did fuck, it’d be even more intense. “Way too much fun. ‘Bout to make me nut..shit.” Laughing as you laid atop his body; being felt up by his sweating palms. A firm grip followed by a subtle slap to your asscheek..you’d trace your fingers momentarily across his chest. Marked by a plethora of tattoos and chiseled up. He was so sexy, it truly seemed unreal!..how’d you find yourself in bed with a man this fine? Snaking your tongue from between your lips, you’d run them down the prominent jugular vein protruding from the side of his neck, which sent an immediate shiver up his spine..next was his earlobe; subtly teasing around it as your hands canvassed his upper half. You could feel the immense pressure radiating throughout his body. Especially when that licking made its way down to those pieces. “ ‘M sorry..can’t help it..you just look so good..” You couldn’t help but to admire them..admire every line, every color..every square inch of his incredible physique. There had been many of times where you’ve watched his performances or gone to a show of his, only to see that he had taken his shirt off after a mosh pit got too insane or just drenched in sweat fron jumping around like a fucking madman. Either way, even from front row seats..it still didn’t do him justice! Eren truly was the essence of perfection. You couldn’t even stop yourself once you got started. And trust, that’s the last thing he wanted too. “I really…I really missed you..miss the way you fucked me..” drawing out in a slurred tone. Remnants of that alcohol are still fresh on your system. Your fingers scoured his sides whilst you straddled his waist and lips mulling over his body.. “..that dick was sooo good..never had anybody make me squirt before. Feels nice not having to use a toy to come.” Sending both of you into subtle laughter at the mention.

was this a byproduct of the liquor?..were you being so reckless at the mouth because of that or was it true? Did this man really give you life changing sex and you couldn’t let him go now? Regardless, he was loving the praise. Loving it and letting you pop all your shit. Lying there with a wide grin stretched across his face, Eren subtly gripped your ass again as you flicked your tongue across his artwork. “For real, baby? Glad I could be of service...” Laughing amid another whimper as your tongue grazed his nipple. One of his most sensitive areas. He had to admit that his sentiment was the same. That pussy was something serious. The grip, how wet you got and so tight, he barely pulled out before spilling his load. And that head he just got? You were lucky he had an ounce of shame and self control. Otherwise, you’d have his last name right now! The two of you would continue unveiling confessions and admitting all the perverse things you probably wouldn’t have sober. Eventually, neither of you could take this tension and decided to act on it. You’d adjust yourself to take the reins; preparing to ride him with a hand cradled around the shaft but he’d halt you before you could actually get it inside.

“Nah..turn around.”

demanding in a deep, gravely tone. His intention? To see that grip and asshole puckering whilst you rode him. He wanted to watch every movement, every reaction and flexing muscle while you took his cock. Making haste in doing so, you’d reverse your body to face towards the giant mirror and dresser he had placed adjacent to his mounted television. The fact that this huge room alone was just his bedroom was insane…he may not show it publicly but he enjoyed a rather lavish lifestyle. It was the goal honestly..nonetheless, you’d get yourself situated and take a seat down on his cock. Your smaller hand wrapped around his base as your flesh met. The two of you released loud whines, letting both of your loins become adjusted to the new sensation. “Ooh..fuck. ‘S so tight..goddamn.” Noting both the feeling and view of that plump ass swallowing him whole. You were so wet when you’d slid down that there was an initial ‘plop’ noise that caused a twitch from within your walls. “Go ahead, baby..fuck me. Show me you know what to do with it..”

and you had no problem following that order! With his hands folded behind his head, Eren prepared himself fully to be your toy at the moment. You could do as many tricks as you desired..he was yours to use. And in a matter of moments, you were taking your first thrust. You forgot just how big it was until you felt that initial stretch.. “..shit!..so big..” giggling and eliciting one from him as well. “You got it..” but regardless, you kept going..especially with his encouragement. And it didn’t take long before you were propelling yourself from the tip down to the hilt..slowly but surely becoming readjusted to his fullness. He was already erect..swollen to the brim from your previous foreplay and those balls heavy with his arousal; waiting to burst at any moment. Gathering your balance with your feet planted firm into the mattress and palms pressed to his thighs, (y/n) began to find your groove..slamming that ass up and down on his dick! It didn’t take long before a sheath of translucent liquid began to form between your laps. The sound erupted throughout the room..a chorus of moans and smacking noises between colliding skin. And the view was even better..at least from Eren’s side! Watching you find your rhythm was a beautiful thing because you’d bounce on it as if it were nothing. The grip of that tight cunt wrapping around him with each passing stroke. “Mmmph!…fuck meee..right there, yes..” you’d cry out in a high pitched whimper as that cock head made home in your sensitive core. Hitting it every single time you went down. You couldn’t be contained and he damn sure wasn’t going to stop you. Another bonus was that pretty little asshole flexing for him as well. The things he wanted to do with you would undoubtedly get him judged. But he was glad to know that you were equally nasty. Maybe things were going a little fast, maybe nothing would come out of this. Hell, he was no good for relationships anyways but you were way too fine to pass up on in any capacity. At this point, he didn’t know how he’d react if he saw you with another man and never in all twenty six years of his young life had he felt that way! You weren’t even dating or remotely close and he was acting the fool..

“Fuck, ride that dick. Matter ‘fact..spread that ass open..yeah, that’s it. Lemme see that pussy squeezing me.”

happily obliging with your long acrylics clawing across that supple flesh. He saw just how much of a vice grip that little hole had on him. He was already pulsating and throbbing so you better move quickly. Watching each of your movements in the mirror really boosted your ego and quite frankly, gassed your head up. Especially when he told you how pretty you looked riding him. Those perky titties popping out, drool seeping from your mouth down to that tummy and those expressions. “Yeah, just like that. Keep going, baby. Got my fucking shit so hard..swear this pussy too good..” Eventually, you’d one up yourself and transition into a split. You didn’t even miss a beat, slamming down on his balls. That coupled with the lit blunt that was previously burning from the nightstand..now pursed between his lips was nothing short of euphoria. The face of his AP flickering in the light as that hand crept back up to spank your cheeks. “Nnnghh..thank you, daddy. Wanna squirt on this fucking dick..come all over it.” A bold proclamation that wasn’t far out of reach by any means. Especially when you recoiled your legs and laid flat to really let that ass slam down on him!

your knees to either side of him and that juicy bottom bogging down on his cock. “Shit!—do it then, baby. Get your nut. Squirt on that dick—“ and like clockwork, his words did the trick. You’d shoot up as if you had sprang a leak and let that liquid pool all over his base, cock and swollen balls. You made an absolute mess and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last. “Fuuuck..that’s it. Wet it up, we’ll worry about the mess later.” Ensuring that the momentum wasn’t wasted, he’d let your ride out that orgasm for just a second or two before coiling his arms around the backs of your thick thighs and tugging you backwards until you were seated on his face. He didn’t want to waste a single drop and instead, immediately buried himself in between those cheeks. All you could elicit was a loud laugh, grinning from the constant stimulation. You could hear him smacking and kissing on your pretty pussy lips. “Ahhh—haaa..eat that pussy, baby..stick that tongue in it.” Prodding and flicking his tongue around that clit and he enjoyed every second. His arm circulated your waist and kept that ass reigned in; mashing it into his cheeks. Meanwhile, you’d add to his moans by cupping his member and tasting the remnants on his entire lower half. Both of you were unhinged; working hard to please one another.. seeing who’d tap out first for this round. Eren didn’t have much restraint left, especially with his nose buried deep into your essence. The wetness, the sweet smell..it was so delectable. “Spit in it—oh fuck..like that..”

doing so whilst you swallowed his dick whole. The two of you went back and forth, exchanging filthy commands and praises just alike. Only certain to end in inevitable climaxes for you both. He’d finish drumming out the remainder of your juices and you?

“F—fuck..wait, I’m com—aghhhhh! Fuck me, fuck yes!”

met with a stream of hot, white cum pooling into your mouth. The warmth filling your jaws and splattering down your chin. The sweet tasting remnants rested on your tongue for a moment before you’d gently squeeze his balls. That swollen mushroom tip was beaming bright red and oozing with pearlescent cream; twitching on its own accord. But you’d immediately be thrusted forward and positioned on your knees as Eren quickly mounted behind you. He was so riled up right now, he wasn’t responsible for how hard he was about to fuck you. In a split second, you found his hand clutching your throat and the other pulling your hair. His fingers twisted around those thirty something inches of pure Brazilian; toiling them around until he gently tugged you towards him. Meanwhile, (y/n) wiggled your way back against his pelvis, signaling that you were more than ready for round two. “Put it in yourself..” growling into your ear with such a sexy tone of voice, it nearly made your legs buckle. “You can have all this dick..” constantly taunting as you struggled to maneuver him back in. Mainly due to being inebriated..so when you didn’t move fast enough, he’d grasp the top of your shoulder blade and pull back until you were impaled on his cock yet again, being met with a ‘pop’. Releasing yet another breathy sigh, you’d beg for him to give you all he had and not be gentle about it either. You needed him to be rough, to let you know regardless of a status, he wasn’t coming up off of you for a while.

“Mmph..give it to me.”

arching your back and placing your hands on those round cheeks, spreading them apart for full access. Which he took full advantage of by letting a long trail deep down to your folds before he glided back in. It was like a blanket of warmth cradling him upon reentering. Needless to say, you had opened up quite nicely but a little more couldn’t hurt. “Whatever you want, baby...I got you..” pushing past the tip and the first couple of inches, he’d keep a firm hand on your waist and another on your neck..wasting little to no time before thrusting up into you at a more speedy pace. He figured he had sat idle long enough and now it was time to show you just how badly he had been missing you. It wasn’t long before he was pounding and impaling you with full force. The strokes weren’t terribly brutal but he ensured that you felt each one. The bed jolted underneath you as he thrashed you around. But the best part? Was how vocal he had gotten. It was something so attractive about a man who wasn’t afraid to moan, grunt and even verbalize how good it felt. And trust, he had no issue letting you know what was on his mind. “So fucking tight!..goddamn. Open that shit up, baby. Let me in it…it’s mine now, right? That’s what you said..c’mon, lemme hear you say that shit again..” “Yes! Stretch this pussy, daddy! It’s yours...” the constant smacking and pressing of dewy skin together filled the air. The two of you were a hot, sticky, intoxicated mess with plans to go until either of your bodies could move. “Love when you call me that, baby. Makes me wanna fuck you even more.” And even then, you’d only rest up to get right back to it. You wanted him for as long as possible..

“Shit!..you feel so good..creaming all over me. Fuck, ion wanna pull out, baby.”

the words slipped before he even realized it. It didn’t matter though..you two had well established the first time that you were well covered when it came to the contraceptive department. Not that you had any use for it until he came along, but you had a handy little IUD and the pill to ensure you were straight. At this point, anything was a go. Boundaries, consequences and even fallout from this..nothing mattered in that moment. Being with a man who made you feel alive again was all you needed. Especially when he’d pull you back to his chest, still drilling your little cunt and your upper half coiled into somewhat of a headlock.. “..come in this pussy..” “..yeah?..want me to nut in it? Swear, I’ll fill your pretty ass up.” “You heard what I said. Do it..” Whispering in a haze of passionate, sloppy kisses. Pressed face to face, skin to skin and no chance of being apart for the foreseeable future. That was at least for the next forty eight hours. Whatever was to follow and wherever the chips may lay…you were prepared for it all. Even the possibility of this turning into something a little more than just another one night stand..

as frightening as it was!..

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from sundown to sunrise, the two of you made love in every position known to man. From some passionate missionary where he looked you in your eyes the entire time to being hoisted midair and propelled on his cock like a little fleshlight to even lying on your sides because you both were entirely too spent to move but still needed more. The entire ordeal ended when neither of you could take anymore and you collapsed in the sheets, covered in one another’s cum, sweat and tears. It was a mess but a beautiful one. One that neither of you had experienced in a long time, if ever for that matter! Going round after round with a person you could joke, laugh and be comfortable with. It felt great and needless to say, your friends would be proud of you both for finally loosening up and letting your hair down. You couldn’t lie, it was nice to wake up next to someone you didn’t feel anxious around. Even so, you couldn’t get too complicit..it wasn’t as if he was your man. Hell, even after fucking you like he was trying to make you his baby mama, it was important to be careful. At the end of the day, you didn’t know him as well as you wanted to. It was as if he were equally as guarded. Almost as if you were only seeing the sides of him that he wanted you to witness. That was the thing about EJ..even after all this time. A solid ten years or so in the game and no one really knew the true him. The man behind the dark imagery, the grim lyrics and beautiful sounds. As far as who he was outside of the music…your guess was as good as anyone else’s. You even thought back to the first night you met and he admitted that he suffered from social anxiety. Although it was obvious that was a secret he didn’t exactly go around divulging in everyone, there was still this sense that he wasn’t going to fully open himself up to you anytime soon.

“Now this is how I like waking up..”

“Mmm…I could say the same. Good morning.”

meanwhile, Eren was sharing similar convictions. As he found himself on top of you once more, sheets cradling your bodies and private areas meeting once more, along with his face nuzzled into your neck, he couldn’t help but to think about how fast this all was moving. Granted, he wasn’t helping the cause and maybe he hadn’t exercised the restraint he wanted to but now it was starting to hit him just how nonchalant he had been. Did he really want to keep this going? Did he really want to give you false hope that somehow you’d end up with him? He was no more fit to be in a relationship now than he was when he was younger. He didn’t for a reason..he couldn’t guarantee that he’d be able to give you what you were looking for past the physical aspect but even so….

what is it about you? I don’t get it..we’ve only known each other a month and some change and here I am losing my fucking mind…acting like I’ve never had pussy before. I’m tweaking. (Y/N), you’ve made me the happiest I’ve been in a long time and as much as I hate to admit it..I’m not like Armin. I actually give a damn about who I lay up with. I don’t want you to be just another body but I’m not ready. I’m not ready to have to answer somebody else. To have to worry about somebody else other than myself. Sounds fucking crazy considering that we’ve been fucking like animals since last night and I mean it when I say I don’t wanna come up off of you for nothing..but you deserve better, baby. That much I can be sure of. I’ll only end up hurting you, I just know it. Still…I can’t help it. I can’t help it when you look at me like that. The way you call just to ask about my day. When you tell me it’s all mine..the way you call me daddy..what the hell else am I supposed to do? Pretend I don’t feel shit? I hate it. I hate that you did this to me and if I were smart, I’d kick you out right now to avoid either of us getting hurt but ion want to quit you just yet. I want more. I’m a selfish asshole, I’ll be the first to admit it. So what do I say?…what else am I supposed to tell you besides…

just then, he’d find himself snapping from his trance when he began panting heavily; your fingers clawing into his arms with a look of pure ecstasy on your tired face. You had come for him once again and were begging him to ease up because your legs couldn’t stop shaking. “Sorry, baby..” cooing to you with a gentle hand on your cheek. Your eyes and energy told a story of pure desire..desire that burned brighter despite the distance between you two. “Don’t be..I don’t want you to stop. I don’t even wanna leave.” Maybe this was a little rushed, a little crazy but so was life itself. It was also entirely too short to sit and mull over decisions pertaining to your happiness! Why deny yourselves the joy of companionship when the attraction was obviously too strong to ignore? So with the reluctance diminishing by the second, EJ would gently cup your face in his palms and utter the words he swore to himself he never would and a question you never thought you’d hear from a man you had so long looked up to:

“Then go out with me. Let’s turn this into sum’. What do you say?”

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the ones who love to talk their shit while they’re in it. The cocky motherfuckers who bragged on it because they knew what they were doing. They can’t stare at your beautiful face for too long though or they’d be forced to tap out just as quickly. So he opts put you on all fours and fuck you relentlessly from behind. A hand stationed at the small of your back and another cradling your throat as that heavy ass bounced against his pelvis. Coating those round cheeks with a sheath of baby oil because it made that pretty brown skin of yours look even better. He could stare at it for hours..watching that thickness ripple with each deep stroke. His cock housed inside of you as if it belonged there..never wanting to pull out. And he wouldn’t so long as you kept creaming for him the way you did. “Yeah..you nutting on this shit, huh, baby? Got you creaming all over daddy’s dick. Does it feel good?” Cooing to you with a rhetorical question he already knew the answer to. But he had his response as far as he was concerned when you leaned down to chomp on the pillow in front of you. “Yeah, I know. I know, mama..but you can handle it. You keep fucking me back so you obviously want more. I’ll give you all the dick you want, don’t worry..as much as you can handle..” assuring with a heavy handed slap to your ass before so casually gliding a thumb into that puckering hole. The squelching noise along with your gentle stream of squirt had him ready to give you his load right then but he held his composure a little longer. “Ooh fuck..she’s talking to me now. So wet, I’m barely even staying in it..” but alas, he didn’t wanna pull out. Not when you reached around and grabbed those cheeks to spread them open. “Mmmm….that’s my girl. Show me you know what to do with it. Nobody can take this shit the way you can.” And he’d fill your head and ears with all the encouragement you needed. After all, what were a few words when he could easily back them up?

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eren, gojo, sukuna, onyakopon, aomine, toji, draken, kisaki, taiju, connie + anyone else you’d like to add

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okay, we know musician!eren is a freaky lil’ frog. That he loves doing all the things to please his lady and sometimes, he can’t control himself. But he definitely underestimates the lengths that (y/n) will go to just to see him satisfied. He loves to think he’s corrupting you or teaching you all the nasty shit that transpires in the bedroom. He always takes it to the next level…but one night? You send him into shock like he’s never seen when you take the reigns.

walking into the bedroom in nothing more than a robe, not saying a word..not a single thing underneath as you push him down on the bed and tell him to lay back. “Let me ride that fucking face.” He’s not used to you taking control and being so domineering but once he gets a taste of you dominating him, he wants nothing else. Especially when you cloud his view with nothing but your thick thighs, wrapping them around his head as you straddle from the bridge of his nose to his pouty little lips….smacking your own ass as he carefully devours your cunt. “Put your tongue in it, baby. Right there…” encouraging him as he grunts underneath, loving every second. Whether he can breathe or not is not none of your concern. But you can sense just how much he loves it when you turn around after twerking on his upper half to see his cock standing at attention. With his pretty features coated in your slick, it’s your turn to return the favor. Doing so by gliding your tongue down his chest and abs, something he’s done to you many of times. But not before kissing at his nipples and making this supposed alpha male twitch and shudder like a little bitch. “F-fuck..that’s—“ “feels good, doesn’t it?” Questioning with quite the devious glare on your face. Knowing that he’s about to really lose his mind when you move your mouth to the tip of his dick; making suctioning motions on it which always gets him to shuddering.

he’s so sensitive, it’s an absolute shame…poor thing’s clutching the bed by the time you really get into it. Eating his dick up as if you’ve been starved for it. Let saliva ooze and seep all down the sides as you take it to the back of your throat with no regard for your own breathing. “Princess..s-shit! You gotta slow down…oh my god.” “I’ll stop when I’m ready. This my dick.” You care even less when he busts a nut in the back of your throat and you just keep sucking without a care. Gulping, gagging and slurping noises filling the once quiet room, right along with Eren’s pathetic moans. His chest and stomach are caving so bad that he looks as if he’s hyperventilating. Alternating between his balls and slimy shaft..it’s as sexy as it messy and he doesn’t want you to stop. However, he knows he can’t last if you keep this up.

which is exactly why you waste no time climbing on top and riding him until this man’s eyes are permanently residing in the back of his head. Something that doesn’t take much when he’s already so depleted but once that tight little pussy starts gripping around him, he’s losing it. Stuck even!…

“Wait, baby…I don’t think—“ but you don’t need him to think, move or even speak right now..all you need him to do is lie there and let you fuck him senseless. Bouncing and burrowing that heavy ass down on his dick until it’s swallowed him whole. He’s never had anything like it. Watching your perform tricks he didn’t even think possible. From riding on your top toes to doing splits. The entire time, that slimy mixture drenching his entire pelvis..the pretty pearlescent fluid all a result of how good it felt. You even spread your own cheeks open so he can see firsthand how insane your grip is. Before long, he’s exploding yet again with another mind numbing nut and this time, it’s spilling inside of you. Only because you refused to let up and told him simply: “come in this pussy or you not coming at all..” and he tried not to be so weak..damn, he’s doing the best he can but he’s never had anybody fuck him like this. And after two emptied loads residing in your womb and his legs practically shaking, you decide to let him go..leaving him with nothing more than a kiss on the head as you hold him close to you and let him calm down. “It’s okay, baby..just breathe.”

knowing you just took his soul and set it in a fucking jar. Needless to say though..he’ll need that treatment more often.

[mazzaratiehotty]

SHY GIRLS.

(blk!reader x delinquent connie, praising, overstimulation, public sex, pussy eating, car sex, tutor, connie being connie, delinquent connie, shy??? virginreader, black girl!!!!!!, reader’s mad at connie)

It was nearly 5, and connie still hadn’t shown up. it was like this almost every—single—day. and you were tired. tired of it all, you thought it’d be nice to tutor connie seeing how hard he was trying on the first two days. you saw how determined he was to raise his grades up since..his football career was at stake he needed the support, you were his only support. his parents didn’t believe he was gon make it let alone the damn teacher but you and Mr. Mack was hell-bent to prove them wrong, but now...— you sighed heavily closing the book before stuffing it into your tote bag.

watching the sun dialing down to rest, on your way out you said your goodbyes to the librarian who’s been keeping the library open for a while for connie. so when she saw you leave she decided to leave as well, shutting all the lights off. you walked through the halls of bayridge high and it was amazingly pretty. without all the rowdy, nasty, teenagers running up and down the halls. the school looked like some rich private school, it was rich, but it wasn’t private.

pushing past the double doors you heard light chattering coming from the side, you turned your head to an angle where you could see them from your peripheral vision, spotting light blonde your face immediately scrunched up.

Connie sat with his boys as they talked about their one-night-stands they had at the homecoming party. sharing a blunt with his friends connie’s lidded eyes spotted a familiar person, his eyes squinted trying to pin point who they reminded him off, it was on the tip of his tongue. “Yo, anit that yo tutor?” eren questioned which caused connie’s eyes to widened he quickly pulls out his phone to check the time, “shit.” he grumbles handing the blunt over to jean as both friends watched him scrambling to you. as you reached the tactile paving you heard footsteps from behind which instantly made you turn on your feet drawing out a pepper spray ready to fire.

“woah!” connie says as he stands in a defensive position. your eyes rolled and placed the pepper spray back in the bag, “now you wanna show up.” you grumbled crossing your arms on your chest, connie’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth trying to form out a reasoning to why he skipped the session, “look—i had- a smoke sesh to attend to after school?” you finished tilting your head connie’s head jolts back as his face scrunched up with confusion, “how you know about smoke sesh?” he says, you staled faced him. “Bye connie,” you said turning on your feet you began walking across the street as connie trailed behind his hands in his pockets as his eyes scanned the area.

“it’s too late for you to be out here, y/n.” he says which caused your steps to come to a halt. turning swiftly on your feet you stared at him, “really? i wouldn’t be out here late at night if it wasn’t for your ass!” you spat as your acrylic nail jambs his chest, connie winced at the sharp pain you left. his hands rubs softly as he watched you run your mouth about how idiotic he was for missing his study session to attend a drug circle. seeing you all knitted up and mad made connie feel things he’s never felt before, your chubby cheeks puffed up as you glared at him through those large frames he adored. and those plump lips?? oh man don’t get him started. that’s all he’s been thinking about.

how good they’ll looked all wrapped around his cock as he rams it deep into your throat, your big doe eyes coated with tears and messy mascara running down your cheeks???, oh god. the type of shit that be going on in connie’s head was some crazy, sexual shit. “CONNIE!” connie’s eyes snaps up from your lips, “yeah?” he questioned eyes landing on yours. “did you hear anything i said?” connie’s lips twisted to the side he stayed quiet for a second before replying, “yeah.” your eyebrows knitted turning on your feet you resumed your walking with connie trailing behind like a lost puppy.

“stop following me,” you grumbled as connie caught up to you, walking shoulder to shoulder connie licked his lips taking a large step which covered you from walking any further. standing in front of him with a confused glaze his red lidded eyes staring down, your face scrunched seeing him just standing there as if he was contemplating something. “y’know how pretty you look right now?” he questioned voice soft as a baby bottom, slight rasp in the words he spoke you scoffed at him trying to butter you up, “stop tryna smooth talk me into forgiving you.” you said which made him chortle. “i’m not.” he replies in the same tone as before while his hands slithers up to your waist. you noticed his hand on your waist not saying anything about it since you enjoyed his touch, but you wouldn’t tell him that his large head would inflate with cockiness. “i’m jus sayin what i see. i see pretty so i say it,” connie smirks.

your eyes rolled. you and connie had somewhat chemistry happening between you two. you noticed it at first when he decided to lay his head on your lap during one of the tutor meetings which happened at his house due to the librarian being out. he was extremely touchy with you. kneading at the hems of your shirt while listening to you talk about Alexander Hamilton and his accomplishments, his parents were out on vacation leaving the house to connie he’s been calling you over—and it wasn’t for tutoring—to watch movies with him and hangout, laying on his chest while his hand caressed your back. you wanted to announce your feelings for him but the series of replies running through your head made you feel anxious about even liking him!

watching how the blue light projecting off the tv and coating his face, his pink medium sized lips parted slightly with light snores emitting. his freckles which were spread across his face, curly black lashes with his chest heaving lightly. you always imaged how nice it must feel to wake up in his arms everyday. frankly you haven’t noticed him talking to his “hoes” as much as he did before meeting you. now he was just all focused on you.

“cmere.” you groaned, “connie no..” you respond as his hand intertwines with yours. “cmere, lemme show you how sorry i am.” he whispers holding you close to him, chest to chest. you stared through your eyebrows before soughing, “fine.” you murmured which made a smirk smudge on his lip, he chuckled while his knees bent as his arms went beneath your ass picking you up in a hurry. “Connie!” you say with widened eyes, “relax i got you.” he assures while carrying you over to the car, he digs in his pockets and unlocks the door by his key. he placed you on the ground as he opens the passenger door, “get in.” you eyed him, “where are you taking me?” you questioned skeptical about this connie bottom lip lifts into his top as his head drops slightly to the right at your question. “now y’know i wont take you anywhere unsafe y/n.” your arms raised in defense, “you never know.” “get in the car,” connie stale faced which made you laugh.

now it was 6 nearly hitting 7PM and you were out in a beautiful park sitting on the hood of connie’s car as he stood between your thighs rubbing mini circles with his thumb. “y’want fries?” you questioned placing the plate of fries connie had bought from a food truck. “i’m good, eat it.” he says which caused you to eye him, “are you sure you won’t eat it as soon as i place it down?” connie chortled, “yes, i promise.” he says licking his lips afterwards. your eyes stayed on his, squinted, while slowly placing the fries on the hood, as soon as it was close to the hood. connie jerked his hand towards the fries making it seem as if he was going to take some.

you quickly reacted snatching the fries away, glaring at connie as he laughs. “hungry,” you rolled your eyes and placed the fries back down. arms wrapped around his neck for support you jumped off his hood connie’s hand still on your hips. “where you going,” he questions watching you walk, “somewhere you are not,” you smartly replied, connie’s eyebrows cocked up. “word?” you nodded a yes folding your arms on your chest. connie starts walking up to you which made you jog back a few centimeters. “if you fall i’m not gon help you up.” your face scrunched up, “i’m not gonna fa—ouch!” connie’s first instinct was to run over to see if you were alright. but seeing you jump back on your feet made connie eye you.

“fuck? u indestructible or sum?” you shook your head no trying to not cry at the stinging pain in your ankle. connie noticed your legs twitch while you had your lips rolled in and your eyes batting trying to stop the tears from leaking out, “you hurt yourself didn’t you.” “y-yeah.” you croaked connie shakes his head as if he was a disappointed father, trudging towards you he rest you back on the hood of his car and examined your ankle. “where does it hurt?” he questioned while his fingers ran along it trying to find the bruise, “right there..” you muttered navigating him to the stingy bruise, once his finger glazed it you instantly winced, ankle jolts back. “sorry,” he mumbles.

seconds after he examined the ankle, he eyes darted to yours bringing your ankle centimeters away from his lips your eyes widened, “i could kiss it better,” he suggest, your lips twitched as you watched him plant his soft lips on your ankle. as soon as you felt the cold sensation of his lips, you were instantly wet. not by that of course but by where his other hand did. running along your thighs leaving you with heavy breathing connie pulls away from your ankle softly placing it down. “why-connie,” he smirks, “i didn’t do anything,” he says while his hands ran up your thigh, leaning more into you. you swallowed harshly feeling as if it was hard to breathe, seeing him itching closer you quickly announced that, “i’m a virgin!” you shouted but quickly regretted after acknowledging you were still at a park which could have families out walking along the path, “i know.” he says merely inches away from your lips, “i’ma take it slow.”

laying down on connie’s backseat while he was sat on his knees with your legs hunched over his shoulders with his head situated between your thighs licking and sucking vigorously on your pussy, licking up the juices you provided your head lolls back onto the seat, he held you, literally, held you. your lower body raised up from his hands being on your waist keeping it steady since you had the tendency to close your legs. connie lapping up your essence like a starved man who hasn’t ate in months. which he was, he has longed for this moment. every, single, day he sees you he imagines himself being stuck between those thick thighs.

you frantically tapped connie’s head, “con-connie, i gotta pee, connie! fuck!” you screamed which caused connie to smirk against your pussy, finally snapping away, his long digits inserts into your wet hole causing your mouth to agape, “that’s not pee, shorty. you’re about to cum.” your eyebrows knitted from the tightening sensation happening in your stomach connie watched as he works his finger in your cunt hitting every spot, than adding another digit, both fingers curled together “connie!” you shouted trying to grab his arm, moans sounded his car as well with the squelching sound of your pussy’s first reaction to connie’s thick long fingers. “shit,” he grunts looking down after he felt your walls tighten around his finger, “you gon cum? cum f’me.” he egged leaning down to whisper nothing but praises after releasing on his fingers, “there you go..let it all out” he chortles. removing his fingers out with a line of your essences connected to his finger and your pussy.

breathing heavy, you watched him unbuckle his pants, throwing the belt aside as if it was nothing more than just a flimsy accessory blocking his aching bulge, “fuck,” he whispered feeling the cold air hitting his cock. your eyes widened, “you’re planning on making that fit in me??” your voice filled with pure shock with a tad bit of a questionable tone, connie chuckled. “you’re adorable.” he says right before he plants a kiss on your cheek, “im’a go slow.” he says inches away from your face, he lines himself up still holding eye contact with you, watching your eyes widened and as your mouth parted. “connie,” you whimpered your arms wrapped around his neck for support, your back arched as he continued sliding his length in, luckily you were wet enough or you wouldn’t not been acting like this, “almost there baby.” he whispered planting a kiss near your ear.

your soft moans were like music to his ears, like music you’ll listen to in the gym. your moans reminded him of that type of music, giving him that urge to continue. “fuck!” he grunts finally sliding the whole thing in, hands plants at the sides of your face trapping you in between. “connie, i-it’s hurts..” you pouted catching connie’s attention quick, he leans down and kissed your jaw, neck, and collarbone. “it’s okay, just relax..” he whispers as he uses his kisses to ease the pain, minutes later connie still at the crook of your neck leaving kisses feeling your breathe glaze his ear, you whispered, “fuck me.”

oh do you regret saying those words, connie rams into you as if you were nothing but a little sex toy. his grunts fills up your ears, his sliver chain dangling above your face each thrust it jolts from the action. “fuck connie,” you babbled moaning out his name, your hand rest on your stomach feeling him moving around was insanely hot, connie noticed the distinctive bulge thrusting in and out, connie chuckled.

“damn,” grasping your neck with his hands connie pulled you into a longggg sexual yet passionate kiss, “fuck baby you’re so tight.” he says after pulling away his forehead to yours as his head was slightly angled downwards watching how good his dick look sliding in and out of your pussy. “con-connie, it’s happening again.” you blurted out followed by a loud moan, “yeah? u gon cum??” he questioned hitting harder than the usual speed he was going before. sending you straight to the holy gates. all you started seeing were stars as he continued to fuck you rough.

you heard him whimper and stifle a moan, “fuck, i’m close.” he moans your head lays back on the seat mouth agape with prolonged strings of broken moans as connie felt you release on him. coating his dick white as well with forming a ring around the base. seeing this connie instantly came.

coating your walls with his velvety, white, liquid. groaning at the impact his body falls on top of yours. both teenagers—they’re 18.— breathing heavily as they stayed in silence for a moment, “connie..” you said breaking that silence, his head picks up from your shoulder, “hm?” you fondled around with you fingers wondering if you should announce this or not. “what’s wrong, hermosa..” he questioned hands caressing your cheek, “i-i like..you..” you whispered which made connie’s eyes widened, you heard him chuckle which caused your heart to drop to your ass.

staring at him, “i’ve always liked you, i just thought you didn’t like me because of the way you acted.” he says through a soft grin fear vanished within a second after his response. rolling your eyes you crossed your arms on your chest, “well i had a reason to act the way i did.” you scoffed as this caused a smirk to line his lips, “quit being grumpy.” he muttered taking your chin and moving it to face him, he leaves a soft peck on your lips. “shut up.” you muttered facing the opposite direction trying your hardest not to let this smile line your lips.

[mazzaratiehotty]

𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛 • 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

synopsis: after spending all of his time and nearly a week in Houston with (y/n), EJ must return home and to reality. But he isn’t pleased to find that his manager has been making moves behind his back. Ones that may sever their longtime bond and jeopardize her relationship after a heated altercation results in legal troubles for the rapper .It's also there that he reveals a secret to his best friend and what it may mean for his future as an artist. Could EJ the Don really be done with music as the media claimed? Meanwhile, (y/n)’s starpower continues ascending as she receives offers from tons of companies to do business. With the concerns of her friends lurking over her head; worrying that she may have been distracted by her recent fling, she proves to be more determined than ever to make things happen, especially when a part of her past is unearthed, serving as a reminder why she started in the first place and with news of EJ’s recent run in with the law, it’s one more reason to stay the course and keep distance. But will it really be that easy? The head executives of AMG are finally introduced, and with plans to host one of the world’s largest musical festivals for the first time in history, they meet to discuss the state of their current roster and how they plan to proceed.

content warning: mentions of violence, fighting/arguing, drug mentions, angst, mental health, mentions of death and grief, toxicity, implied sex, legal stuff and mentions of jail

word count: 8.8K

📝: just wanna tell you all thank you so very much being patient with these very sporadic and inconsistent uploads. I promise it is not due to lack of inspiration, these chapters just take a hell of a long time to write! If I could have them out in a week, I would. But I hope that everyone is enjoying this story so far and I can’t for y’all to see what’s next! 🫶🏾

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“Listen, Mr. Jaeger..I assure you. There’s nothing to worry about, alright? In all fairness, and in the eyes of the law, they were trespassing onto your property. Which gave you grounds to defend yourself. We’ll beat this case, trust me. And if they press their luck, we’ll crush them..you’ll own their entire company by the time I’m finished.”

“Shit, I hope so. My manager’s gonna be on my ass when she finds out. I don’t even wanna know what story those grimy ass journalists cooked up and put out..but that’s why I pay you. Do your thing and make this headache go away, please. I have full faith in you.”

It was a rather interesting Monday morning for the jaded Eren, who had been mid-conversation with his lawyer. A defense attorney to the stars who had beaten some of the most harrowing allegations and cases. Yelena Pithikos, a woman as intimidating as she was intelligent..and boy, did she live up to her reputation! A perfect track record with not one single lost case. She really was the greatest of all time in the legal world. With her on his side, there was no way he’d lose. The two would converse for a little longer; the rapper facing a half smoked blunt and blowing smoke before ending the call. To say he was stressed would be the biggest understatement of the century. Having been a free man for a little over twenty four hours, he had not only been hit with a barrage of text messages from concerned friends but knew that a media shitstorm was headed his way. All of it seemed so exhausting! Floch, who came and posted bail on his behalf, was worried that he’d be irate but if anything, he was just worried. Worried that he had caused yet another issue for Mika and how she’d have to spend the next week trying to clean up his mess. Little did he know though, that this wasn’t a result of his own actions..

“Come in.”

Uttering tirelessly over his shoulder as he mashed away at the keys on his mixing board. Suddenly, the door would creak open..followed by the faint footsteps of clacking heels hitting the tile. “No snarky comments today?” That old statement about speaking of the devil and they shall appear had never rang so true before. Just then, a visibly tired Mikasa came walking in; hands folded over her chest and cell phone in hand. Truthfully, he didn’t even want to look at her. Not out of embarrassment but fear that he had angered her or upset her. He sometimes worried the people around him with his careless actions. He did things without taking into account how they may affect everyone else. However, this wasn’t a matter that he should or could apologize for. Not when his home, his safe haven was invaded.

“..look, I know what you’re gonna say. And I’m sorry, but I really don’t feel like listening to any lectures right now. Already got an earful of the damn cops and a bunch of crazy bastards in a holding cell getting on my last good nerve. Also, I forgot how much of a pain in the ass handcuffs are..I’m just not in the mood right now.”

blurting out before proceeding to focus on his current task..avoiding eye contact with her if at all possible. But surprisingly, she wasn’t as talkative or angry as she normally would have been. Which he didn’t even notice at first. But as the conversation progressed, he’d soon come to realize that he wasn’t so much at fault as he initially figured and in truth, the one to blame was standing in front of him. Even so, she’d glare down at him as a disappointed mother would her unruly child. For a split second, he even thought about how his own mom had called him not too long ago to check on..and scolded him about the incident and he was drained! The last thing he needed was another chewing out.

“Why did you skip out on our meeting last week?”

the question caught him off guard and confused EJ even more. What exactly did that have to do with this situation in particular? Was she not ready to rip his head off for creating yet another mess for her to mull over with the execs and the media? What was going on?! Leaning back in his chair, he’d blink profusely to really make sure he heard correctly but she’d give him that glare she’d done many times before and await his answer. “Don’t stare at me like I’m speaking another language. What was so goddamn important that you couldn’t even give me a phone call to let me know you weren’t showing up? That meeting was booked out months ago and you made me look like a complete dumbass in front of the board members. Your album deadline keeps getting pushed back and I keep having to make excuses. You don’t find that a little fucked up?”

he understood exactly where she was coming from..Mikasa worked tirelessly to ensure that all of her talents received equal attention and that they were being given opportunities to showcase their talents. As well as being backed by the top brass at AMG. It was her job as the median between the two to ensure that things went smoothly. It wasn’t easy to get a room full of stiffs in suits to fund projects sometimes but Eren’s reputation and record sales had always spoken for themselves. But with a four year time lapse between his last album and now, it was becoming difficult to do so. She was just irritated that once again, his selfishness had put her in a bad spot. It was hard enough that she had to work to prove she wasn’t just some byproduct of nepotism and family favors. But she had earned her spot as the executive PR and internal affairs manager. One she held proudly. But he’d try to explain as best he could without detonating the ticking time bomb.

“Look, Mika. I’m sorry, alright? I was busy, kinda needed to duck off and clear my head for a lil’ bit, that’s all. I didn’t realize that the damn meeting was so soon. I wasn’t trying to stand you up, I promise. I had other things to tend to, that’s all. Just schedule another one and I’ll be there, promise. Hell, tell Floch and I’m sure he’ll remind me.” Once again, there was that nonchalant attitude. It ground her gears to a halt, really. It was as if he had no real concept of reality..

“I wish I had an excuse but I don’t. Truth is, leaving town was some shit I decided last minute. I can’t even tell you why I went. I was out drinking and the next, I was in Houston. Doing shit I hadn’t in a long time...enjoying myself. That I won’t apologize for. I didn’t expect to come home to a bunch of paps at my door, interrogating me about some fuck ass article I knew nothing about. Saying I was retiring and a lot of other bullshit. Respectfully, the last thing I wanna deal with is your uncle and the rest of the firing squad questioning me about an album rollout. I need some time to think.” It seemed that he was truly agitated by all of this. As if he were confused as to how he could have a perfect weekend, pillow talking and fucking on (y/n) to now being in the midst of a media frenzy. It just seemed so sudden and now, he was trying to figure out how to deal with it. But Mika’s next comment would not only catch him off guard but eventually, send him into a tailspin.

“Damn, I knew something like this would happen.”

“What do you mean?”

Before she could recant though, Mikasa’s expression gave it away and she knew that he had definitely peeped that statement. Just what exactly did she know about this situation that he was clueless on? One thing was for certain though, he was going to find out. Glaring up at her with a rather peeved look, Eren began to press the issue..wondering if he’d get a straight answer or some calculated shit she’d orchestrated. What was this all about?

“Mikasa..I asked you a question. What do you mean ‘you knew?’ Answer me.”

normally, the banter between them was nothing more than playful, joking discourse but there wasn’t the slightest hint of happiness in his tone at the moment. But rather, complete and utter irritation and quite frankly, a hint of anger as well. He wasn’t much for the games and she figured it best not to test him either. So, against her better judgment and her own interests, she decided to come clean. Releasing a heavy sigh, Mikasa began to confess and tell him how the entire situation came about. From the fact that she was fed up with him ducking and evading meetings from the phone call with Annie and even putting the bug in her ear about writing the article. She told him that she knew he was with (Y/N) for the weekend and that she was furious about being stood up yet again..and that his inconsistency was affecting her own standing within the company. Admitting that she knew him well enough to know that he would’ve never moved for some one off blog post about him hooking up with an Instagram model but the second they mentioned news of him retiring or perhaps becoming stagnant, he’d definitely respond by clapping back from the booth. It seemed like such a sure fire way to give him that extra push to put out a new track or maybe even a full project..what she didn’t count on was him being swarmed and the whole plan backfiring.

“Look, Eren..I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t know they’d take it this far. It was a last minute, brash decision I made out of anger and I put you in a bad situation. I apologize.”

But he wasn’t hearing a word. Honestly, he had blanked from the moment she admitted that she had all but set the catalyst for this entire ordeal. Now, he had to attend court, pay legal fees and deal with a dumb ass judge..all because she wanted him to produce another record to improve her status quo?! It was infuriating but the worst part was that she was willing to exploit her own best friend and things that he had and were still struggling with for clout. He had known Mikasa for the majority of his life and she was one of, if not the most logical and intelligent person he knew. Out of all his friends, she was the one that always made the smart decisions, even in the most high stress of situations. Always thinking things through and ensured that her emotions never got in the way of her thought process. However.. “..how fucking stupid can you be?” That wasn’t the case and Eren was more than happy to let her hear about it!

For a moment, she stood still..gasping as she had never heard him speak to her in that manor. Granted, she was full and well aware of how irate he could truly become but not once in the entirety of their friendship did she think she’d become the subject of his anger. But this was coming from a place of pure hysteria. Hurt and betrayal that she would do something like this..standing to his feet, EJ tried his hardest to practice restraint to avoid saying anything extremely hurtful but he wasn’t much in the way of exercising such resolve at the moment. Especially when not only had she gotten him in this mess and offered no real solution to help repair his reputation but also, he hadn’t heard from the one person who was keeping him happy and this may have very well been the reason. So he didn’t feel compelled to hold back in expressing his feelings.

“Look, I said I’m sorry, alright? We’ll get this sorted out. Just calm down–”

“Calm down? Are you serious? Mika, I just spent the past twenty four hours in a fucking holding cell. One more fuckup and they’re gonna send me away for a long time. I had to fight a bunch of psychos off of my car and property over a story I knew nothing about. Not to mention everything in it was a lie. I take a few days off for myself, for once and you jump the gun all because you and the rest of those slave driving maniacs at AMG want me to make another album? To hell with calming down and honestly, to hell with you too for even pulling something like this! I’m your friend and you sold me out like I was nothing..”

The frustration was visible all over his face..the emotions coming through clear as day and radiating all throughout his body. Even causing tears to well in his eyes. He was furious, enraged and if it were anyone else..moreso a man, he would’ve slid them across the floor by now. But this stung more than anything. He knew how hard she worked and the lengths she went to ensure her clients’ success; not only for them but to prove that she was capable of one day becoming the heiress and figurehead of Ackerman Management Group but never in a million years did he think she’d become so obsessed with proving herself that she’d lose sight of what really mattered. Now, the damage had been done and he didn’t know if he could forgive such an act. Even so, she wanted to at least try to defend her actions!..

“Only because you never listen to me. Hell, you won’t listen to anyone!..you never think about how the things you do affects anyone else. It took three months..three months to get that goddamn meeting and you couldn’t give me so much as a phone call to let me know you wouldn’t be there. Out of every client I have, you’re the most difficult. I get it, you’ve been working since you were sixteen. Harder than anyone I know but hell, this has been my life for as long as I could remember. I’ve got a whole line of old bastards who’d do anything to remove me from the equation because once my uncle steps down, they don’t want to execute decisions made by the same little girl that used to play in the lobby. None of them truly believe I deserve that spot, no matter how hard I work. How many success stories I create…I’ll never be good enough in their eyes. The least you could do is not make it hard on me to do my job..Jesus! You’re getting a little too old for the rebellious bad boy act. In and out of jail, long before this..doing whatever the hell you wanted! You have obligations and you won’t even stand on your word but you want to preach about friendship and loyalty? Spare me, Eren. Please..this is business, remember that.”

The entire time that she was speaking, he felt himself becoming even more sated with rage. His blood boiling at her deflection. But his face had completely gone blank from a few minutes ago. Not even making eye contact as he rolled yet another blunt. As if she weren't even there but little did she know, he had a hell of a response for her little tangent and he promised she wouldn’t like it. That nonchalant, brutal honesty was one of his most horrible character traits and she was about to be on the receiving end. Uncrossing his feet, letting the sole of his Nike Dunks hit the floor, Eren began to smirk and eventually..laugh. That’s when he was at his most dangerous and the words about to leave his mouth were far more painful than any punch could ever be.

“You know Mika, you make it sound as if it’s my fault you’re not up for the task. Don’t try to take the piss out on me because Uncle Levi and his lackies are second guessing if you should take his crown. But aye, I’m not surprised. I mean, shit..it’s not the first time they’ve had to intervene because you lost control.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?..”

By now, the two of them were only inches apart. Her face screwed up and was riddled with hostility. Eren on the other hand was sporting the snarkiest, smuggest smirk he could muster. Blowing that cloud of smoke, he’d run a finger underneath her chin and look directly in her eyes:

“Exactly as I said, sweetheart. That little bullshit essay from your friend? I wonder just how much of it is true and how much of it is you projecting..let’s not pretend that you’ve always been..this. Little Miss Perfect. If anyone on this earth can’t tell me shit about obligations and integrity, it’s you Mika. You were on those stages and in the same dressing rooms I was. Getting high out of your fucking mind just to get through one set. Snorting coke off of a bathroom counter because you hated it so much. Sleeping with a bunch of assholes you couldn’t even stand looking at but hey, they made you feel better, told you you were pretty after mommy put you on another diet because the blogs were making fun of you. How many times did me, Armin and everybody else have to come pick you up off of the floor because you’d get so damned drunk after your shows, you couldn’t even remember where you were the next morning. And please, let’s not forget how many times you cried in my arms because you didn’t have the heart to tell your family to fuck off and stop forcing you to make music. It took that stupid ass fiancé of yours outshining you at your own show for you to finally realize that you hated being an artist. And you think you can actually lead that company? Don’t make me laugh. You’d probably snort your body weight if you had to handle that type of pressure. Hell, I’ve done some fucked up shit since I started making music. Taking drugs I had no business touching, just to stay awake and getting in trouble when I probably should’ve walked away but I never once tried to run from my mistakes either and I damn sure never stopped loving my craft..especially not enough to half ass a performance. No matter how bad I felt..how sick I was, even when I didn’t think anyone would even give me a chance or listen, I always showed up. Everything I do is for my fans. Losing sleep over a song because I wanted it to be perfect. You couldn’t even make it to a single album before cracking under pressure. This isn’t some money grab for me, music is my entire life and the only thing I’ve ever loved. And I’ll be damned if you or anyone else backs me into a corner over it. Tell that bitch Leonhart to put that on her website..and if you don’t like it, you and AMG can kiss my ass.”

Every single word he spoke sliced through Mikasa like a hot, searing knife through butter. Her face had become beet red and flush with tears. Huffing and breathing heavily as if she were going to explode at any second. She wanted to scream at him but couldn’t even find the words. Instead, she’d raise her open palm and smack him across the cheek with the hardest slap she could muster..so much so, it left a crimson colored mark on his face.

“Fuck you, Eren. Fuck you!..you’ve gone too far. I came here to apologize for what I did but the only mistake I’ve made is befriending an asshole like you. Burn in hell for all I care and find a new manager while you’re at it because I quit. Do whatever you want.”

furiously tugging her purse strap back up on her shoulder, Mikasa turned on her heel and proceeded to storm out. Not looking over her shoulder once because she wouldn’t be able to control herself if she did. As for EJ, he didn’t bother to stop her or even remotely show remorse for that long winded read. Rather, he’d listen as she slammed the door behind her and left. He was still pissed off but that may have been a little harsh.

“Damn..maybe I should think before I speak.” But it was too late now. There was no turning back or apologizing. For either of them..all that remained now was for him to put his focus where it always was: into his craft. Drown out all the noise and distractions and get back to what he truly loved. Because truth be told, she wasn’t the only one losing her grip on reality and goals. As he sat back in the chair, hands folded underneath his chin, all EJ could think to himself was one single thing:

“I think it might be time to call it quits. Maybe music isn’t for me anymore..”

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meanwhile, as Eren felt that his time in the spotlight was beginning to dwindle, (y/n) on the other hand felt that your star was only about to ascend. Having just concluded the very last show in your cross country tour, you were already plotting on your next lucrative business opportunity.

“That sounds perfect. I’ll be back in Miami tomorrow so we can meet up and hash out the details. Thank you again, Mr. Smith. I appreciate your time.”

you’d find yourself on the opposite end with one of AMG’s elite directors and the man who had approached you back at Rolling Loud about starring in Connie’s video. You found it a bit strange that Mikasa wasn’t the intermediary for this particular deal but you just chocked it up to her being busy but you knew if Erwin Smith; the nine time Grammy Winner and music legend was contacting you personally then it must’ve been a huge deal. Either way, you were excited to see what was in store. Once you ended the call, you’d turn your attention back to the rest of the group, who were preparing to board their respective flights as you all paraded through the airport. Dressed in cute yet casual outfits, hair put up and bags stacked on one another. The final leg of the Pole Assassins Cross Country Tour had come to its end last night; concluded by a performance with a real rap legend performing. You all were excited to be going home…getting to see your families and most importantly, getting some much needed rest. But for the fearless leader, things never stopped. You were on your grind twenty four hours a day. Even counting up checks while you slept from brand deals and your namesake. It wasn’t all too bad. But for the ones that knew you best, they also knew that once you touched down back in Miami, you’d more than likely be closed off to everyone. That the reason you were working so hard was to keep yourself distracted from your impending grief. Even the passage of time never made it easier to get over the tragedy you suffered at seventeen years old and as a child in general. Affecting your life now even as a grown woman..living the way only few could dream of. Because of that, not one person in this world had access to (y/n) this time of year and it was very obvious by the very nonchalant reaction to the news of your sneaky link getting arrested, that the sullen mood had already set in. You didn’t even so much as gasp or even shrug it off as you had done countless other men that fucked up while in your life. And that’s what worried your girls.

“Aye, you sure she’s gonna be good while we’re on vacation? She already seems spaced out.” a concerned Kelley questioned whilst scrolling through her phone. Luckily though, Niesha wouldn’t be too far away, as you guys grew up only blocks away and not much had changed since becoming famous. You guys’ luxury apartments were within walking distance so if you needed anything, she could always pop in and check on you. “Yeah, she’ll be alright. She just needs her space right now. Listen, I’ll call y’all when we make it and keep you updated.” With that, the four girls would make their way over to (y/n), who had been standing near the gate for your flight, becoming visibly anxious. Suddenly, you’d feel a pair of comforting arms wrapping your shoulders. “Hey, pookah. You ready to go?” That warm and loving smile that could only come from your best friend and sister. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Returning the glance, you’d nod and turn to bid the rest of your crew farewell for now. Embracing in a giant group hug, the five of you exchanged laughs and even playful kisses to the cheek. Just then, your procession of being bid adieu was interrupted by a voice of the intercom, announcing departure of the Miami and Atlanta flights. “Y’all be good now. See y’all later, love you guys!” Kelley, Brianne and Syrai waved and you and Niesha would do the same as you clenched hands. Much like you had done as little girls when walking to the corner store. You were each other’s safety nets and truthfully, Niesha was all you had right now. So she’d do whatever to make you comfortable. To let you know that you weren’t alone at this time, no matter what it may have felt like. She loved you more than anything and you could feel the energy brimming from your bestie, even if there wasn’t a single word exchanged during the walk from baggage check to boarding the plane. As the two of you made it to your seats and got acclimated..you’d stay close to Niesha. Clinging to her like moths to a flame. Coiling an arm around hers and eventually, laying your head on her shoulder. Even in the dead of silence, the sentiment was loud and clear to Niesha:

“You know I always got you, pookah. You my girl and I love you…take all the time you need. You know your granny would be proud, just like I am, (Y/N). You've been working hard so now it’s time to go tell her all about it..forget EJ, forget working. This is time between you and her..”

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darkness had well set over the bustling city..a thunderstorm showering the bustling streets and ruining the evening plans of would be partygoers and club hoppers. But there was an even darker cloud looming over the head of Eren, who was currently holed up in his home studio, flug lazily across the couch with his electric guitar lying across his bare torso and an open bottle of brown liquor next to him. He had been drinking and doing whatever he could to rid himself of any feelings and emotions. Having all but become a recluse..which wasn’t out of character for the hard shelled rapper to begin with but where as label mates and friends could find him working up until the early morning hours on a new song, he hadn’t even touched his work equipment. And instead, was instead getting inebriated with every substance he could tolerate so that guilt, anger or sadness stood no chance of plaguing his mind. Right now, he had his guitar lying across his bare torso and an open bottle of brown liquor in his hand. He was trying to find his spark..that extra push to drum up something to shut both his manager and his hating ass critics up. But nothing was coming through. He had no desire to make a beat, write lyrics…he just wanted to lie there and rot. It was a feeling he hadn’t experienced in ages. That creative slump and depression that had plagued many of his peers..the point of no return. Where artists could no longer achieve that sense of gratification when putting out music. They’d resort to making a few radio safe tracks to appease the masses before disappearing from the scene altogether and fading into obscurity. The last thing he wanted was to become an afterthought..but he was tired of grasping at straws. But luckily, a much needed distraction would be arriving in the form of his best friend, Armin. Who for some odd reason, couldn’t rid himself of the nagging suspicion that something was amiss with his homeboy. That would’ve been putting it lightly…

“Mr. Jaeger? You have company..” one of his loyal housekeepers and truthfully, someone he considered family, had been staying in one of the designated bedrooms for staff and was still tending to some chores when she got a knock at the door. Once getting the approval from security and seeing who it was pulling into the driveway, she breathed a sigh of relief. Because she knew if anyone could pull her gloomy employer from this week long slump fest he seemed to be trapped in, it was Armin. Whether EJ would welcome the thought or not. Before he even had the opportunity to attest and decline, the door would burst open and in would come a rather perturbed Armin, who was glancing around the dimly lit room; halting dead in his tracks at the sad sight before him. Turning to the housekeeper, he’d warmly assure her that he could take things from here and thanked the woman. It seemed to be a lot worse than what she had portrayed. He was hardly leaving his room nowadays, less known eating or anything else. Normally, she would’ve been sent home and still given a full day’s pay because Eren would insist on cleaning the mess for her, so as not to overexert herself. But when the head of the house was in a less than jovial mood, the energy was blatantly obvious to everyone.

“Alright, get your ass up. Enough of this. It’s pathetic..” the brash words leaving Armin’s mouth as he slammed the door behind him, which elicited quite the reaction from the hotheaded artist. “Watch your fucking mouth and don’t slam my fucking door either, bitch.” But alas, Armin didn’t give the slightest care. Because an angry reaction was better than none at all. Laughing as he took a seat in Eren’s chair, just to rub a bit more salt in the already festering wound. “And here I was thinking you had really lost it. You only look and smell like you’ve reached rock bottom. The proverbial clawing under his skin had seemed to work in Armin’s favor because he was at least sitting upright now and wiping his eyes so they’d adjust to the light. Releasing a loud yawn, Eren shot his best friend the middle finger and proceeded to ask exactly why the hell he was in his house this late in the evening. Armin would shrug it off as he’d always done, kicking back with a bottle of water he had confiscated from his fridge on the way up. Even going as far to take his shoes off and get mighty comfortable. “Oh, Eren. You silly goose..you can’t escape me that easily. Besides…I’m here on official business.” the response piquing his very dulled interest. Raising a furrowed eyebrow, Eren hoisted the bottle to his lips for yet another swig of the Hennessy. “Official business? At ten PM? What the hell are you talking about?” of course, he wanted to stay here another minute without being tossed from the second story, he’d elaborate. Although, EJ had quite the nagging suspicion of what this was pertaining to. Since he and Mikasa’s giant quarrel last week, word had gotten around the entirety of AMG..including the higher ups. Who had been in talks of what to do. On one hand, Mikasa was the best PR manager to come out of the firm, not to mention the fact she was the boss’ niece and next in line. On the other hand, EJ the Don was their highest earning artist. Regardless of Grammys or accolades, his name was still holding weight after all this time. And with the two of them at odds, who knew what would become of the team? However, for Armin..it was much more than that. He could care less about AMG’s record sales or a damn article. What he cared about was seeing his best friends at odds and hurting. Unbeknownst to Eren, this fight hadn’t just affected him.

It seemed that his harsh words had hurt Mikasa far worse than anyone had anticipated. The remarks about her younger days on stage and turning to drugs to cope with the pressures of being in the limelight had driven her back to some of those nasty old habits. She was trying to keep a brave face but it reminded her of how imperfect she truly was. Regardless of that front..and him. Sitting here wasting away, all because some fucked up article said he was washed. Enough was enough!

“Look, dude. I’m not gonna bullshit with you, alright? I’m not exactly sure of what happened between you and Mika. It’s honestly none of my business but what I do know is that both of you stubborn assholes need to fix this. She won’t even tell Jean..she just says it’s the stress of work before closing up in her room for hours. The other day, she blanked on one of the coordinators because he got the wrong number of napkins for an event. Whatever you said to her, you need to apologize before that bitch kills all of us.” And he wasn’t bluffing, sadly. Mikasa had been known to be quite the pistol. They had seen her beat grown men who tried to make passes at her so they knew she could be the Tasmanian devil when she wanted to. But there was one person with a hotter head than she had..

“I’m not apologizing for a damn thing. Should’ve thought about that before running to the blogs and trying to lie about it. She wants to use cheap tactics and dumb shit then she can stand on that. Just don’t expect me to feel sorry for telling the truth.” Honestly, it was pointless to get through to either of them and he knew he’d only exhaust himself trying to argue. Maybe what they needed most was not to be lectured but for someone to listen and once he began to open up..it all made sense. Talking back another swig of that dark liquor, Eren began to confess what was truly bothering him.

“I worked myself like crazy..for years, all I wanted was to be the best. To make music that transcended the charts. Hell, I didn’t care if I ever touched a Grammy or even got my flowers. I just wanted to make shit that people could relate to. Everybody told me how stupid I was for leaving home..a cushy life just to chase this so called dream of mine. But I loved it. I loved sitting in front of my laptop..pen and paper just coming up with verse after verse. After a while, it felt like second nature. I could do that shit in my sleep, y’know?” As he continued to speak, Armin listened attentively. In all the years that they had known one another, pretty much for the entirety of their young lives, Eren had never once been this vulnerable or open with him. They joked around and sometimes went at each other’s throats but this was a completely different side that no one had seen. It could’ve been the liquor or just the lack of having someone to talk to but either way, he was pouring his heart out. And a few tears too, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Masking it behind his smirking and laughter..

“Lately, I’ve just been feeling like I don’t have a place anymore. I kept telling myself ‘maybe if I help them with this project’ or ‘if I produce this track’, my inspiration for my own shit would find me again. But nothing…I didn’t feel the same way I did a couple years ago. Less known, ten. I spent all this time trying to build this empire and now I feel like I don’t have shit to show for it..these labels, they decide you’re no longer useful, and you’re out the fucking door. It’s frustrating, I ain’t gon’ lie.” interrupting his rant only to wipe away his tears and take another sip. “I can’t even keep a girl. Finally find one worth a damn and I go and fuck it up. I’m sure she saw I got arrested and ran for the hills. Can’t say I blame her though–” it was at that moment, Armin had heard more than enough. Listening to all he could take of this pity fest and self wallowing. Unbending his knees, he planted his feet to the ground, snatching that bottle out of his hand. “First of all, if you think for one second and I’m gonna sit here and let you cry like a lil’ bitch, you’re sadly mistaken. Dude, do you know how many people you’ve inspired with this music shit? Including me? Ony, Connie, even Jean, loves your work and he can’t stand your ass. I’ve never seen anything like it. Ten years..ten years you’ve been doing and dude, you’re only getting started. If you quit now, that’s the only way it’ll be in vain. You gotta keep going..not just for your fans or even to prove a bunch of losers on the internet wrong. You gotta do it for sixteen year old EJ who chose sleeping in a bus station over the country club because he wanted to put the industry on its head. You gotta do this because no one else can. So what if you don’t feel like it right now? You have so much left in you and I’ll be damned if I watch you quit.” It were those exact words that had seemed to have brought forth a spark in him..bringing life back into those dull jade eyes. Finally getting himself together, he’d sniffle and begin to laugh. Wholeheartedly for the first time in days..it felt good. But that wasn’t it for the encouragement Armin had in store for him. There was one more bit of uplifting news he had.

“And about (y/n)? She’s not mad at you, dude. Promise. Niesha told me everything and honestly…she just needs space right now.” Armin found himself swallowing a lump in his throat as he uttered the sentence. “It’s not personal. I’m sure she’d be happy to link…when the time is right. But she’d hate to see you like this.” Taking another breath, he’d ask another request of his best friend while he seemed to be in a much better mood. “Listen, I know it’s not your thing and trust me, I already know what you’re gonna say. But I’m hosting a yacht party next week. I invited everyone else too..including (y/n)..so I was hoping you’d come too.” never had Armin been so soft spoken. Truthfully, all he wanted was to see his homeboy happy and the only person who had managed to do that in recent history was the gorgeous influencer who had obviously more than well caught his eye. Maybe the thing you two needed most was each other. Even so, it wouldn’t be that simple and EJ just wasn’t going to agree that easily.

“I’ll think about it, dude..” but before Armin could leave with a less than savory answer, Eren would avert his eyes towards the door, where Armin was close to opening it. “Aye..thanks, bro. I appreciate you.” reciprocating a toothy smile in return. Seeing him in a better mood than when he arrived was all the thanks he needed.

“That’s what I’m here for.” Doing their signature handshake they’ve had since childhood but alas the sweet, heartwarming camaraderie wouldn’t last long..as Armin had a bad habit of being as annoying as possible! “By the way, I’m gonna go get a shower and when I get back, we can work on some of these beats. I have a couple ideas.” at first, what he said didn’t exactly register to Eren but then he realized–

“I’m gonna take one of your spare beds too! The room with the mirror on the ceiling. I might have a little something coming over.”

“Yeah, man. No problem–wait a minute. You’re at my house, you jackass! What do you mean you’re gonna go shower?! Don’t you have a whole ass mansion?”

“Yeah, but I like a change of scenery.”

Before he even had the chance to respond, Armin was already headed back downstairs. “Love you, Eren!”

leaving the befuddled rapper shaking his head and in shock of just how tactless he was. One thing he could do was thank him for getting his mind right. Now..it was time to do something with that new found motivation.

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the next day…

“All in favor of moving forward with the second decision, say I”

“I”

Meanwhile, the top brass at the renowned talent agency was in the midst of a very important meeting. One with a lot of dire topics being voted on and currently, this may have been the most pertinent of them all..

“That settles it, six to four. We’re getting Italian. Have the kitchen make enough carbonara to feed the National Guard. We’re gonna be here for a while.” earning a collective sigh from the roundtable. Seated on the top floor of the eighteen story building were some of the most powerful and brilliant minds in the entertainment industry..from multi-platinum recording artists to Grammy winning producers, any and everyone who had helped shape several as they were today were running AMG and making it the largest talent agency and label with over one hundred and fifty talents signed and billions in revenue every year. “Goddamnit, Levi. You know I’m trying to watch my figure right now and you’re not helping.” “I’m trying to watch it too and I think it looks just fine.” Seated at the head was chairman and former recording artist, Levi Ackerman. Second generation rockstar who hailed from a long line of talented musicians..best known for being the lead singer of notorious band, Paradis. Who had won over twenty Grammys and seven number ones during their tenure. The man across from him, Erwin Smith was his best friend and bandmate. The COO. Along with Miche Zacharius, who was also at the table. The lead drummer turned director of marketing. He was a genius when it came to advertising for these artists. He could take any budget and make it look as if it were worth millions. Perhaps, the most inquisitive mind there was the woman next to him and perhaps, his favorite person in the entire company. Vivian James-Ackerman. The Queen of Neo-Soul, five time Grammy winner and his beautiful wife of ten years..she was not only a generational talent with a sound inspiring many songs today; a creative director working on the set of many videos but a mentor to AMG’s biggest star, EJ the Don.

“You two are a mess..so, what are we gonna do about this little situation? We have PalmFest right around the corner and two of our biggest stars are currently out of commission. Think we can convince them to perform?”

“Not to worry, lovebug. I’m sure they’ll come around. Right, Levi?”

Next to Erwin was his beautiful wife of twenty years, Deanna Smith. She was a renowned R&B singer with a powerhouse voice for many years before trading in her sultry lyrics and silky vocals for the title of vice director of marketing. Her and Erwin had collabed on many tracks. Including one that was the talk of the tabloids, saying that it was far too ‘provocative’ for their time. But innovative, as it was the first time rock and R&B had meshed together and topped the charts.

“They damn well better or they’ll all find themselves out of a job. This is the first time in AMG history we’ll be hosting something of this caliber. Three days of music, entertainment..hell, if we pull this off, we might surpass Rolling Loud or Coachella in a couple years. Not to mention the cash it’ll bring in. Whatever those brats have going on, they better sort it out and quick.” When the president spoke, his word was absolute and everyone had done their part to make his vision come to life. Glancing around the table, they all nodded in agreement but among the tribe, there was always one person going against the grain. “Speaking of…” pressing his glass back to the table, Miche chimed in and added to the conversation; addressing the elephant in the room.. “..you know that niece of yours is one hell of a manager, Levi. She’s recruited some real heavy hitters in the past couple years. It’s hard to believe that someone so young has done the work she has..” as he continued talking, no one could attest to that. Mikasa was the top of her peer class in many areas. She was super talented. However, Director Zacharius had his reservations. “Even so, I’m a little concerned about her after news of her little outburst the other day. I mean, with something as huge as this on the line..how can we be certain she’s equipped to handle it? Are you sure we can leave her in charge of such a huge event?” His inquiry caused eyebrows to rise on each side. But as always, Levi remained steadfast, stoic and calm..twirling a pen between his fingers, he’d merely smirk and lean up before speaking.

“I’ll admit, she is quite the firecracker when she wants to be. Even as a little girl, she was a force and I’ll admit…the kid’s had her moments. Ones that have me doubtful of how well she could handle all of this pressure. The last thing I’d ever want is to see her or AMG collapse under the weight. Running a business is hard work..overseeing so many different people and ensuring that things run smoothly. CEO, chief operator, directors or managers. Nobody comes by these titles easily. All of it is a group effort and requires a lot of skill.”

as he continued with his speech, he’d clasp his hands together and take a stern look around the table..making one thing abundantly clear:

“With that being said, there’s no one more qualified to not only oversee this festival but one day, this company as well. Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t take it easy on her, never have and I damn sure won’t now. I also won’t coddle her. This is the test to prove she’s worth her salt and that she’s capable of being a true leader. She screws up then she’s out the door but I believe as always, she’ll pull through for us and make the best of her talents. I trust that you all will place the same amount of faith I have in her and assist as much as possible.” and that was enough for everyone else! Of course, the co-sign would come from the one person who housed enthusiasm in their veins as if they needed it to breathe. “Well I think Mikasa is more than capable and I’m sure she’s gonna do amazing things. Let’s just help her with whatever we need to make this a success.”

Zoe Hange, nightclub owner and interim data analyst; in charge of ensuring that the budgets were in order. As they all reached that consensus, they felt confident in proceeding with the fun part and that was planning the festival. Getting all the acts, deciding the staff and of course, who would be performing! But as they all flipped through their files and scrolled their iPads with presentations on the screen, Vivian would lean over and ask her husband about one more burning question on her mind..

“You know, Eren would make a great addition to this lineup. I think we should make one more effort to get him on board.”

“If you want to go grovel to that brat, be my guest. As far as I’m concerned, he has one more strike before I drop his ass for good. Money and sales aside.” Levi uttered without so much as even lifting his head. But Vivian wasn’t as ready to give up on her protege. And instead, proposed something else..

“I’ll go pay him a visit. It’s been a while since I’ve seen my little mentee anyways. I miss him.” And all Levi could do was laugh because she knew that Vivian looked at EJ as more than just a former backup singer or pianist, she thought of him like her own son and treated him as such so if he were in any type of distress, she’d do whatever to solve it. He also knew there was no arguing with her when she got her mind set on something! Snickering, the president would just scribble down his signature on a few documents as the rest of the table conversed among themselves.

“Well, I trust your judgment, sweetheart. Whatever you think is best. But remember, we only have a month so we don’t have any time to waste on him or anyone else.” With that, she knew she had all the time she needed to make this work. Tomorrow, she’d be heading to his Miami Beach mansion to not only convince him to headline PalmFest.

but ensure his well being above all else.

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[mazzaratiehotty]

more musician!eren for y’all today because I thought this was too cute 🥹 him asking influencer (y/n) out for the first time.

straight fluff and him being awkward, that’s the warnings.

eren, who hadn’t actually been with anyone romantically much in his young life was a complete and utter wreck when he first decided to ask you out on a date. He sat behind his desk, spinning around in his chair as the lights on his synthesizer board illuminated underneath the dim lighting. He was nervous as hell, hands trembling a bit as he scrolled that phone maybe ten or fifteen times before even clicking your contact.

“Man, would you just do it already? Shit, you making me nervous.”

“Aye, shut the fuck up. I’m doing it..as soon as I finish this track.”

his fellow label mate and friend Connie sitting over in the corner on his laptop, constructing a new instrumental. But his attention was on EJ, laughing at his polar opposite personality. Normally, he was calm and poised in every aspect. He’d never sweat anything and when it came to women, he’d blow them off without so much as a second thought and run game with the best of them. But this time..things were different. You made him feel things he never had before. That warm feeling you got when first developing a crush, getting shy and flustered…he couldn’t concentrate or anything. All he wanted was to see you but somehow, he couldn’t work up the courage to ask you out on a proper date!

“Dawg, she already likes you..obviously. Just ask that girl already. Take her to dinner or sum.’ It’s not that hard.”

“I know that. Shit, I’m just waiting.”

“For what? Another dude to come snatch her up? Quit playing.”

the sheer thought sent visible irritation all over his face, even causing him to flush red. Since the day he saw you at the club last, he’d wanted to do it but he froze up every time. It couldn’t be helped when he saw your pretty face. That gorgeous smile and adorable laugh every time he told a joke to ease the tension. Seeing how you dressed on a regular day..knowing you’d look so good on his arm walking into some fancy restaurant. The thought of bringing you flowers or a gift. Wondering if you liked lillies or roses. He was like a prepubescent teen all over again..it was pathetic! But Connie assured him that he had nothing to worry about. Releasing a deep sigh, Eren finally hit the button, typed his message and pressed send.

“Hey, are you free tonight? I’d love to see you.”

[mazzaratiehotty]

i think ima just start writing little drabbles here and there of what i’m thinking instead of trying to make a full fic or something lol

kinda want it to be personal but i also want some people to relate i’ll bee putting one out soon tho

[mazzaratiehotty]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 • 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞

when you ask your best friend to tag along for an errand run, the day becomes far more fun than intended. An outing filled with laughs, mischief (and a whole lot of flirting) turns into something far more adventurous than either of you expect. With friends like these, who would ever need a lover again?!

content warning and themes: college au, plus size black fem reader, banter and humor, fluff, exhibitionism, mentions of car sex, mentions of alcohol, fingering, handjob, nipple play, slight spit play, him and the reader are super close, lots of sexual tension between them, praise kink (fuck does he exploit it too), slapping, squirting, backshots, pet names, 69, (pretty girl, mama, baby cakes, my love, daddy is used a few times and eren def has a kink for that shit), mutual masturbation, creampie

word count: 8.5K

📝: this lovely commission was requested by @thesilenthill and I have to thank them so much for entrusting this piece to me and letting me have creative control. This was waaay more fun than it should have been but I enjoyed this and I hope that you do as well! 🫶🏾

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Saturday: a day synonymous with fun, relaxation and rest for most. Recharging from the strenuous week. But for (y/n) (l/n), the everyday hustle and bustle of work never ceased. As a full time college student who sold baked goods on the side, you were the epitome of a girl boss. Always making something happen and getting things done all by your lonesome. Still, it didn’t hurt to have some companionship and assistance sometimes..hence why you were sitting at the kitchen table..thick curls atop your head held back by a pink bandana as you looked at the printouts of all your orders splayed out and ready to be dispensed around campus to faculty and students alike. Having spent all morning baking up the sweet treats. You had quite the reputation for your delectable pastries and prompt delivery. So you had to get a move on and get them all out. However, there were a few things that needed to be added prior to that happening so a store run to a few nearby shops was crucial. Walmart for the decorations, Michael’s for the packaging and a bank run for all your earnings. Not too hectic of an expedition but it’d be a whole lot easier and exciting if you had some company while doing so. That’s why you were thrilled when you’d look down to see your phone illuminating and buzzing against the surface, only to see the one person you were hoping would call and you’d never answered a FaceTime faster!

“Good morning, pretty girl! How’s my beautiful best friend doing?”

pearly white teeth and glazed green eyes glared back at you through the screen. That semi-tanned, bare skin glistening underneath the sunlight..probably from a morning run and his long locks tied into its signature style of a half bun and the rest hanging; it was none other than the man you had called your best friend since high school..

“I’m doing great, baby cakes! You’re up before noon, I see. Coach ‘get on your ass again?”

“When isn’t that lil’ sawed off son of a bitch yelling at me? You know the drill sergeant lives to torment the whole team.”

Eren Jaeger: sophomore at St. Maria University, along with yourself and point guard on the men’s basketball team. Here on a full ride athletic scholarship and a total smartass. Always staying in hot water with head coach Ackerman; mostly due in part to his slick mouth and childish antics. Almost always something referring to his height. But he was the best damn player that team had ever gotten. Especially since he led them to a championship with his first year on the team. Needless to say, his spot was solidified. But that wasn’t going to stop his coach from making sure he trained his ass off! Hence why he was up, getting in a morning run. More than likely against his will. But so long as he had his favorite person to chat with, he was good. As per usual, he wasn’t shocked that you answered on the first ring. He knew you were busy doing one thing or another. Hardly ever sleeping, if at all. If it wasn’t some assignment to help maintain that 4.2 GPA or stay atop the dean’s list, you were baking your little behind off and running orders around to the various dorms. You made a pretty good grip and rightfully so, because your cupcakes and cookies were too goddamn good! He would eat himself sick from the freebies you’d give him, hence why he stayed away during the season because he had no restraint. But today, he wanted nothing more than to hang out with his (y/n) and no one else! And not a moment too soon, because you sort of needed his help!

“Well you know you be asking for it, ‘Ren. You can not tell the head coach that he’s fun sized. No wonder that man hates you.” Both of you blurting out into laughter before you could even get the words out. There truly was never a dull moment with this doofus. But that’s what you loved about him, he always kept you entertained. “Anyways! While you’re messing with people...I called to see what you were up to. I’m tryna hang out with my best friend today. Always too busy for lil’ ol’ me. Got her own business and shit now, she doesn’t have time for small fries anymore.” Glaring off into the camera as if he were pouting and making you feel bad. To which you’d only smack your lips and roll your eyes in response. “Oh, you’re so dramatic. Sir, your ass was just here yesterday. Eating all my damn leftover frosting.” “What?! It was good..and I needed to taste test, ‘make sure it wasn’t poisoned.” He truly was a handful when he wanted to be.

“Well I need your help again. Wanna come run some errands with me? I gotta do deliveries today and I need some more packaging stuff to put them in. Unless you don’t have—“

“Say it and I’ll hang up right now. For my favorite girl, imma make time. Now get dressed and I’ll be over there in about an hour.”

it’s always so cute how he got behind you. He would blow off everyone else..bail out on dates, not pick up his phone for his other friends or teammates..but not (y/n). You were the only one he'd drop anything he was doing and come running. Needless to say, it made many of your other female peers despise you and led a lot to believe that the two of you were dating. But it was nothing of the sort. That was your homie and nothing else. You had held each other down since freshman year of high school and never changed up, not once. With no plans to either. Still, it didn’t help either of your cases when you flirted like lovers and even playfully kissed from time to time. Even making the occasional sexual advances toward one another. Or when the two of you would go out clubbing; him with a drink in his hand and the other on your ass as you threw it back on him to Megan or Moneybagg. And with you being a bigger girl, he’d oftentimes get whispers that there’s no way he could handle all of that. That he wasn’t man enough to know what to do with a girl like you. But he did..mounted behind you as he let you twerk on him. He’d keep that stupid grin on his face all the way until the next day, thinking about it too! Regardless, you had a bond that couldn’t be broken and you wanted to spend every second you could together. As basketball season would be back soon and your academics would be keeping you away. So you’d declare the call over, hanging up and heading to get ready. You’d stack the receipts neatly into a pile before getting up and going to go shower. As well as get yourself ready for the day. And something told you..it was going to be one you’d never forget!

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an hour or so passed and as promised, Eren was at the front entrance of your off campus apartment. Only a mere mile away from the school itself. Pulling up in his red and black Camaro that he had so appropriately nicknamed Venom. You could hear him arriving well before you even spotted him because the pipes were so loud, in addition to the speakers thudding from the trunk. He was a show off in every aspect of the word. Whether on or off the court. But alas, you were so happy to see him and when you came out, dressed in that white biker shorts and tube top set that hugged all your curves just right; including the tummy, hips and ass. The titties were sitting just right too. Along with a crossbody bag and Nikes; hair and nails laced as always; your thick, natural curls bouncing around ..and makeup done, he was smitten. Smiling from ear to ear at the sight. “My best friend so damn fine..look at you.” And you’d mirror his sentiment. The six foot three, tanned ball player in shorts, a baseball jersey with a wife beater underneath, bucket hat and Dunks with a gold wristwatch. Looking good as fuck but that was always. It was no wonder half the campus was after him. Greeting you with open arms and your signature handshake, before pulling you back into a hug. One where he gripped the fat of your ass in the process..something that you didn’t mind one bit! It was then that you’d catch a whiff of his Dior cologne. Making you nearly fall to your knees right there in the parking lot. And truthfully, he didn’t even want to stop touching you. Hands resting on your back until you spoke.

“That’s all you, babyboy. Ready to go?”

“Of course..let’s get up outta here.”

but not before he shuffled around to the passenger’s side to open the door for you. To which you’d repay him with a soft peck to the cheek. He was so sweet and chivalrous, it was adorable. Once he made sure you were secure, he’d sprint to his respective side and the two of you were set for take off. Peeling from the parking lot, you guys were ready for the day ahead. Whilst you were sitting pretty in his passenger seat, Eren began to ask you some questions about what all you needed to do and where to go. “That’s all?! You should’ve called me sooner. We could’ve been left.” “And have Coach Ackerman mad at me for interrupting your conditioning? Hell nah. Besides, we have plenty of time. I just finished the last batch so they’ll be fine. Also, now that you’re done, we have more time to hang out.” Which seemed to be the only thing he wanted to hear. Perking up along with forming a grin across his face, Eren continued driving along..content and satisfied as long as you were by his side. “So you were waiting for me? That’s so sweet.” Because whether it was a party or the pastry section of the store, you guys would always find a way to make it fun and interesting. With no telling what type of adventures you’d get into it. “Duh. Who else is gonna keep me entertained?” “You mean get you in trouble?” “That too, shit..” Ready for whatever the day may bring..the whole time though, you couldn’t help but notice that Eren kept stealing glances of you, more so than usual. Looking over as you sang along to whatever was on his playlist. “Mmm, I don’t mind though. You know I love trouble.” Applying your lip gloss and adjusting your outfit with that sexy smirk on your face. And thus, the flirting commenced. He couldn’t help but stare when you were so gorgeous. That body was something serious and he knew it wasn’t right because you were his best friend, but damn, he was having some thoughts he shouldn’t have after that last remark. Even spacing out as you were talking; letting his mind wander to farther..more inappropriate places. That was until you broke his trance!

“ ‘Rennn, are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah. So where are we going first?”

to which you’d respond with Michael’s and he’d do exactly that. Maneuvering out in and out traffic, switching lanes with one hand on the wheel. It was something so attractive about him doing the most simple of things. So much so, it had you chewing at your lip. You wanted to mess with him, especially seeing his cheeks burning red. “You alright, babyboy? Are you good?” Nodding gently in response. And it wasn’t for a lack of confidence to say these things. You were closer than anyone so a filter didn’t exist and you’d gladly reveal your thoughts. The two of you constantly made jokes about what you'd do to the other. Even if it never led to anything. ‘You know I’ll fold your pretty ass up, right? Stop playing with me, (y/n).’ Saying it constantly after you teased him far too long. More often than not because you’d make a comment or brush up on his thighs. ‘Then quit talking and do it. I’m trying to see what you got.’ You even recalled one time where he FaceTimed you after practice and he had just gotten out of the shower. Leading you to tell him to drop his towel so you could get a peak and he nearly did it; rubbing up on his tattooed chest and raking his fingers through his wet hair. That’s just the type of bond you had! However, any more inappropriate ideas or behavior would have to wait as after a few turns and a red light, you guys arrived at your destination. Unbuckling the seatbelts and grabbing your phones, as well as your purse, the two of you began your journey inside of the infamous craft store. Walking extremely close and even trying to tickle you playfully as you walked up towards the entrance. Which he held the door open for you to. Once inside, he took in the sights and crisp air. This most certainly wasn’t his speed by a long shot. His mom would often tell him during their daily phone calls about her trips to the place back home because she was doing some extreme couponing and decided to stock up on Halloween and Christmas decorations during the summer. He had not the first clue what this place sold or entailed but seeing the sheer happiness on your face was all he needed!

“Look! These cupcake boxes are so pretty! And this ribbon, ugh! I love it.” Your enthusiasm drew a laugh from Eren as he watched from the side. “Look at you, getting all excited..so cute.” Truthfully, it had his heart fluttering. Seeing you in a good mood made him feel better. And gave him an excuse to pick on you. “Like an old ass lady.” Prompting you to smack your lips at him. “You’re just being a hater.” Which he’d deny, playfully pouting his lips and shaking his head. “Not true. I’m just making an observation..” also taking the opportunity to steal a glance at your ass you bent over to retrieve some wrapping paper. Being your best friend was one thing but he was a man before anything. Even the smallest and most minor actions from you made him nervous sometimes. He didn’t know how to deal with his obvious emotions for you. Nonetheless, he’d aimlessly and happily follow you around the store..letting you pick up whatever and place it into your basket. By the time you finished, you had a cart full and he had to carry it for you. Or rather, he wanted to. Once you reached the counter, he’d surprise you again by paying for the items, which came to a nearly one hundred total. A drop in the bucket to the son of a doctor but still, he didn’t have to. You were perfectly fine with taking care of it. That’s just how he was when it came to you though. He’d do anything for his best friend and to see that beautiful smile.. “..thank you, ‘Ren. You didn’t have to do that though. I’m good.” As per usual though, he’d dismiss you by sucking his teeth and paying you no mind. He was always taught to never let a woman pay for her things in the presence of a man. That’s just how he operated. Which was a far cry from the losers you had been on dates with that tried to ditch out at the last minute. Sometimes, he really was the only guy you could tolerate and enjoy. With your bags in tow, Eren carried them to the car, placing them in the backseat before sliding around to open your door for you. Another subconscious habit of his that really made your heart flutter and your feelings for him increase exponentially. “Anyways, where are we heading next? Just say the word.” more than willing to do whatever it took to keep a smile on your face. Little did you know just how far he would go to fulfill that promise..

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The day would ensue as normal; the two of you picking up all of the necessary items you needed..taking a trip to Walmart that was nothing short of adventurous. Pushing him around in the cart, taking silly Snapchat and TikTok videos together. You guys were having a hell of a time. During the day, you couldn’t help but to notice how clingy he had been..constantly feeling you up and even coiling his hand around your waist while standing in line. “Get off of me, you’ gone have people thinking you're my man.” Jokingly brushing him off of you but he was very serious. “Fuck you mean? I am your man. We’re married.” Not long after that, you circled back around campus to make all of your deliveries and of course, your lovely assistant was more than happy to help you ensure that each order was filled and the customers were satisfied. It was the most fun you had ever had since opening up shop. Needless to say, the day was a success and now, the two of you were closing it out with a much needed celebratory dinner at one of your favorite spots in town..

“Ren, my love. I don’t know how I could ever thank you for helping me today. You really came through for me..I don’t know if I would’ve been able to make all of those deliveries by myself. You’re a lifesaver.”

(Y/N) was currently sitting directly across from Eren in a booth tucked off in the back of the place. You were nursing a margarita as you guys awaited your orders. It had been quite a long and eventful day so it felt good to wind down, especially with your favorite person. But it did no good to thank him because he was not trying to hear any talks of repayment or reciprocation when it was all but second nature to him. You honestly didn’t owe him a thing. Especially considering the fact that he was the one wanting to hang out with you. Taking another sip of his Coke, he’d do as per usual and dismiss you with a wave. Refraining from any alcoholic drinks as he was the driver. “You ain’t gotta thank me at all. I already told you, gorgeous..for you? I’ll do whatever.” Causing a barrage of butterflies to swarm in your stomach. If it were even remotely possible, your face would be beet red right now! But alas, he had just covered for you when you’d flash him a smile and reach out for his hand. “I’m a lucky girl. I don’t think too many people can say that they have a best friend as amazing as mine.” “Or as handsome, don’t forget that.” He’d utter playfully; rubbing on his imaginary beard and winking. He truly was a character! Suddenly, the waitress would return with two small bowls holding ice cream sundaes, which was what you had been waiting on. Of course, the girl couldn’t stop staring at Eren, nervously trying to maneuver around…the two of you dove spoon first into the sweet treat, you’d continue your conversation and toying with him.

“You know, one of these days..I think one of these girls is gon’ snatch you up from me. You’ve been getting looks all day.” Which he dismissed as always..for someone so good looking, he was incredibly humble and bashful. You’d think that he was just downplaying his attractiveness but sometimes, he really didn’t see what everyone else did. Especially what you saw. Outstretching a tattooed arm with his gold watch brushing the table, he’d simply continue eating; only smirking a bit without making eye contact with you. “Well I’m not worried about ‘em. I ain’t even interested, honestly. Besides, they can’t do shit for me.” Which was crazy because some of them were insanely beautiful; thick and curvy with a lot of ass, some with slender model bodies that looked like they resided in the gym and others, who were probably cheerleaders or dancers. More so suited to be his type. But it was just one thing they were all missing:

“They’re not you so what the hell do I want with them?” Meaning every single word of what he said. Perhaps you guys weren’t dating or even thinking of a relationship but he constantly made it clear that you were the only woman he wanted in his presence. However, you were afraid if you kept lingering around, he’d never get a girlfriend because everyone would assume that you were his lady. Which wasn’t fair. “Eren. Now some of them were probably really nice and you won’t even give them a chance.” “Sure won’t. The last girl I ‘dated’, tried to steal from me and then cried to get out of it. The other one? Fucked my teammate two days after we had sex. I’m good, trust me. No offense but these bitches can’t even get a handshake out of me at this point. Leave me alone.” Prompting you to laugh, which you felt awful about but his expression was so funny. He wasn’t the type to make a huge fuss out of things but he didn’t tolerate bullshit well either. It took twice for him to get burned to never play near the fire again. Truth be told, he didn’t need those types of problems in his life. Basketball was important and he wasn’t about to let some sleazy homie hopper jeopardize it. Not only that, it did him no good to have a woman in his bed when all he could think about was you being there. Even so, he’d only cross that line if you wanted to. Especially considering that if he voiced all of the perverse thoughts that ran through his head on a daily, he didn’t know if you’d be able to handle it. Besides, you guys were extremely comfortable with one another.

“Enough about me though. Since we’re all in people’s business..what happened between you and dude from the football team? You never talked about him.” Something about the mention made you tense up and want to punch the wall. The defensive lineman you went on a date with a few weeks back was strange to say the least. “Because there ain’t shit to talk about. He pissed me off.” But for all of your grilling and interrogation, he wanted to do the same and hear this story. Even being the petty little brat he was and moving over to your side of the booth to listen. Sometimes, he truly was aggravating! “No no, (y/n). Please share with the class. I gotta hear this.” And since it was obvious he wasn’t moving, you’d sigh and tell him how the guy took you out to go see a movie, to dinner at some really cool restaurant and the evening was going well enough until it wasn’t. And with the more that margarita began to infiltrate your system, the less of a filter you had.. “..I knew he wanted to fuck the whole night, it was the only reason he was pressing me so hard anyways and honestly, he was pretty cute so I didn’t mind. He had been bragging about how he was going to do this and that to it so I decided to test him. We ended up at his place and let me tell you..worst five minutes of my life. Didn’t last one round, couldn’t find the clit..started shaking when I tried to give him..you get the picture. I got my shit, left and blocked his number. I was so mad.” But your best friend was intrigued to say the least. Smirking and laughing because he just always knew you were a problem that many dudes couldn’t handle. Hence why he’d always find it when they’d approach him, asking for your number or to hook them up. You were even more selective than he was! “Ooh (y/n)…you a lil freak, huh? I’m scared of you.” Making you gently push him away in the process. That truly wasn’t even your style to do a ton of hookups or even date often but you figured you’d give that loser a chance, only for him to blow it. Thus proving your point..

“Oh hush. You know I’m not like that. But I don’t think I’ll be wasting my time again. I think I’m cool off of men for good.” But it seemed that Eren had the perfect solution to solve both of your problems. “Damn shame, honestly. You deserve better than that..I mean, I could do a better job.” It was painfully obvious to him that neither of you had the slightest interest in any other person, whether for dating or hookups. You spent the majority of your time together anyways. So why not have a little fun..together? “..oh? Is that right?” “You’ll see..” At least you could try and experiment with a person you trusted. The opportune moment would present itself when you took another spoonful of your ice cream and a single droplet just so happened to trickle down onto your chest! Almost as if it were too perfect! “Oh, damnit.” Trying to catch it before it stained your white top. But there was no napkin required when suddenly, you’d find Eren’s face smashed between your breasts, slurping up the trail of liquid and flicking his tongue between them. Completely catching you off guard! Not because you didn’t enjoy the feeling or that it was so uncommon for the two of you to touch like this..but because he had done it around all of these people!

“Eren, what the hell are you doing?!” Your voice shrieking into a high pitched whisper. Although you were trying not to laugh mostly; feeling slightly ticklish at the sensation. Not to mention a bit turned on…

“What? I was just helping..that’s all.” Stating so long after any remnants of the confectionery was cleaned up. His lips tracing against your skin and eventually, his hands joined them. You couldn’t believe that this was happening and right here in a restaurant nonetheless. Luckily, you were in a booth tucked towards the back of the establishment..away from potentially prying eyes and muddled in the background of the dozens of other patrons..lost in menial conversation and laughter. Too busy to pay attention to anyone other than themselves..which was perfect for Eren! Who was currently groping on your breasts, seemingly unable to pull away. Chewing at your bottom lip, you’d smirk; keeping an eye out for anyone that may be nearing your table. For now, the coast was clear and you two were free to continue your deviance. “I mean..that is what friends are for, right? Helping each other out?” Taunting and teasing you whilst gently massaging your plump tits..slowly pulling your top down and exposing your nipples to the cool air. All the while, you couldn’t help but to stare down at him..letting out soft huffs along with fluttering eyes. He would’ve never done something so lecherous and naughty with another girl. He barely even felt compelled to give them a kiss after the date but with the desire for you growing by the second and the constant talks of seducing one another, he figured there was no time like the present to put such a statement to the test. “Any of your little boyfriends ever done something like this?” Shaking your head, you’d let out a gentle whimper as Eren’s tongue delicately flicked around your swollen brown buds; nimble, perfectly manicured fingers cupping underneath those beautiful mounds. “Mmhmm no.” Shooting you a wink before taking each nipple between his fingertips and squeezing. “Then there’s a first time for everything, huh?” He knew that you were the type of woman that adored spontaneity; oftentimes confiding in him the things that you craved for your next relationship and what you’d do once you got your person..more so specifically, how nasty you’d get for them. You loved when a man took initiative to surprise and sweep you off of your feet. To do something fun and exciting..the type that would undoubtedly on a whim, take you on a day trip out of town and do something fun. Or the type to suck your titties and finger you in the middle of a restaurant! Anything to keep the thrill going..

“ ‘Ren…we’re gonna get caught. Oh my gosh—“ “that’s half the fun, isn’t it? Besides, it’s what you wanted..” all bets and consequences with you around. Suddenly, you’d find yourself caught off guard yet again when he slipped a set of digits into your shorts, and began to massage those obviously soaked folds. Even managing to push one inside of you and pump; making you throw a hand over your mouth in an attempt to pacify your moans. The sounds of sloppy, wet kisses, your sloshing juices and his breath could be heard only faintly through the thumping, upbeat music and various voices. You two were lost in your own world as well..actually doing what you had so long sought after and that was claiming one another’s bodies. But you couldn’t let loose the way you desperately desired. Just then, you’d notice the waitress making her way back over to your area and you’d quickly pat Eren’s shoulder to stop him. To which he’d withdraw; rising back upright and helping you adjust your shirt but not before allowing you to lick your own flavor from his fingers. All with the promise of letting him do whatever once you guys got out of here. And he planned to do exactly that….and give you a night you’d soon never forget!

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“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this—oh fuck..”

“Shit, can’t believe we’ve waited this long…”

having made it out of the public eye and nighttime skies, back in the comfort of his apartment, where you were free to do as you pleased. Starting with a brief makeout session in the car..kissing up on his neck and fondling his clothes crotch as he drove through the city. Maneuvering throughout the traffic as he tried to contain his hard on, that was growing far more erect with each passing moment. Even jerking him off from the passenger seat when it came to a standstill downtown. Finally, you’d find yourself on his bed..legs parted and partially nude because he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you. Still exchanging slow tongue kisses to the sound of music faintly thumping from his mounted TV. He was still fixated on those big titties as he circulated his thumbs over them. Meanwhile, your palm was still clutching his exposed cock; working his shaft between it as he hovered over you. The realization of what was taking place had set in for both (y/n) and Eren. Honestly, neither of you held a single regret. Whatever happened behind these four walls tonight was you guys’ business and yours alone.

“Lay back f’r me, pretty girl. I wanna see you play with yourself.”

words you never thought to hear coming from your best friend of eight years’ mouth. But truthfully, it wasn’t the first time you had done so. Lying in bed at night, touching yourself to the thought of him inside of you. Pinning your legs back and fucking you all types of crazy. Something you’d never admit out loud but now, nothing was off limits. But alas, you’d do as he asked..bending those thick legs and placing them onto the bed before spreading them as far as they could go. You’d run a hand down your torso and tummy until you reached that plump little pussy, which you parted with two fingers that you had soaked with your own spit. You were so damn sexy to him and it was like a dream turned reality that he had you all to himself. However, there was a reason for his little set of instructions, as he plans to utilize it later on. Before he touched you any further, he needed to know what made you tick, what turned you on and of course, everything he needed to please you. He wanted this first time between you guys to be semi-special because he wanted there to be a next! To be able to make love to you as many times as he liked, even if no formidable romantic relationship came out of it and you guys remained nothing more than friends . He just wanted you to be satisfied…

“..tell me all that you said in the car. All that nasty shit you wanted me to do..” from your tamest of demands to your filthiest, freakiest desires, he was all ears. Setting his ego aside and letting his partner communicate was important to him. He could do all of these intricate moves; touching you here, licking you there but if it wasn’t what got you going then there was no point in you guys taking this step! It seemed awkward but it was necessary. Instead, he’d join you on the mattress as you rubbed on that swollen clit and edged himself along, listening to your demands. From how you liked things just a little rough; being slapped or choked…how giving head got your pussy wetter than receiving sometimes and that you obviously loved having your nipples sucked on. Most importantly, you liked being on top but absolutely loved, being controlled and dominated a bit. It was something about a man being able to handle you like a weightless rag doll that you got you off! “You think you can handle that?” Jokingly stating but he wasn’t deterred at all. Rather, he was more determined than ever. He had no idea his best friend was so nasty. And with all of that pertinent information, Eren knew exactly what had to be done..

“Yeah..come sit on my fucking face.”

demanding as he lied flat against the mattress with his dick standing perfectly erect. You thought he was crazy at first but he mirrored your sentiment. Because too became more aroused when pleasing his partner. It may have been a bit of an obsession even, but he loved eating pussy…shoving his tongue inside of you, working his fingers around and sucking on that swollen bud. All for the payoff of that sweet cum trickling down the sides of his mouth. He knew you tasted heavenly and he wanted to savor you yet again. However, you were a little apprehensive about doing what he asked; afraid you might suffocate him but he was a true man, not a little boy. He could handle that shit and then some! Giving you an encouraging, heavy handed slap to the ass, he’d usher you to turn around and position yourself on his face whilst yours would be buried between his legs. “Don’t look at me like that. Sit that ass on my face, baby. I can handle it.” Locked in a sixty nine position where you both free to fuck each other’s mouths. Grasping his thighs and calves to keep a firm grip, you’d begin by flicking your tongue across his tip; red, pulsating and seeping with pre cum. Oozing all down the sides as you were quick to lap them up. Eventually, you’d start to gain a rhythm..slowly sliding that tongue up and down his shaft as if it were a delicious lollipop. He was grunting underneath you; a sure sign that you were doing a wonderful job of pleasuring him. Honestly, it was the best head he had ever gotten. Meanwhile, his nose was buried into your mound..inhaling the sweet scent of your cunt as he dove tongue deep into your pussy. You were both working in tandem to bring each other pleasure, no matter what. Faint humming and moaning arising from his lips and loud cries erupted from yours. Finding yourself gagging on a portion of that thick cock, you’d spit up and eventually jerk him off. “Eren…oh my god. Eating this pussy so good..fuck yes.” Cooing to him through desperate moans. But he’d only urge you to keep riding his face with those subtle twerks by spanking you. You’d come any minute now if he didn’t stop.

suddenly, you’d find yourself stuffed to the brim with two fingers, pumping interchangeably as they worked your insides..

“Pussy taste so fucking good..can’t wait to feel this shit.”

and he didn’t have to wait long once you began to wiggle that ass on his face, begging him to fuck you already. You needed to feel that dick stretching you out and see what he could really do with it. Could your best friend truly be the one you had been looking for? You’d find out soon enough when he patted your plump cheeks again and told you to let him up so that he could get behind you. Once you were both in position, he’d grasp the small of your back and guide you towards him, watching those fat lips spread open from behind.

“Arch that fucking back for me, baby. Right there—see, you know what to do.” Chuckling to himself as he grasped his shaft and patted it against those folds, teasing the tip up and down your slit until you trembled underneath him. “Mmphm..I need it so bad. Please..” “..what is it? What do you need? Tell me..” it was so expected of him to tease you like this. But it was all as a means to not only get you even more turned on but to establish control a bit. He wanted to hear you whimper and grovel for what you desired. “Erennn, quit playing. Oh my God.” That sweet little voice moaning his name and everything else was the driving force behind it all. When you didn’t answer to his liking, he’d smack it yet again and proceed to ask once more. “I said tell me..what do you want me to do? Use those words.” growing slightly more impatient and anxious himself, as his tip was practically glowing red and throbbing, still sensitive from being sucked and edged on. He was ready to put it to good use. But you were a little hesitant that you could take it! You figured he was packing, that was never a doubt in your mind. But that he was this big? Veiny, thick and eight and half inches. Oh, you could see why half the campus was after him. However, his sights were locked and set on you solely.

“Fuck me…give me all that dick.” Flicking your tongue across your lips to entice him further.

to which he was happy to oblige! Placing his thumb slightly above your asshole, Eren began to ease himself in, releasing a deep, shuddered breath when that warmth began to make contact with his length. He was overwhelmed by how tight and sticky you were but he held his own and was willing to do whatever to satisfy you sexually. Even if it meant getting slightly rough as you requested. You’d grasp at the sheets, face down already because that cock was making home between your walls and stretching you out in the process. The insane part was that he only got halfway before you began to shake, as well as coat him with wetness.

“..damn, and you’re creaming? Shit, (y/n).” But he was merely getting a taste of what was in store. If he wasn’t careful, you’d have him taking up permanent residence at your place and ready to fight any dude you fucked with. But you were certain there’d be no need in spinning the block after getting a taste of him. The guttural groans leaving his throat, the subtle yet deep thrusts causing the collision of your flesh; the thick of your ass against his pelvis..all underneath the dim, fluorescent lighting of the tv. The vibe was right for all that was transpiring and you honestly didn’t want it to end. Fortunately, he had no plans for that..he wanted to take his time and make this moment all the more memorable. After all, he had been waiting a while for this opportunity. To have you throwing it back on him, meeting his strokes, even through rough pounding and hard smacks to your backside. With his palm resting idly between the cusp of your love handles and hip, Eren tugged you towards him, gradually increasing his speed. The thunderous sounds of clapping flesh meshing well with your collective set of moans. Plump lips swallowing him with each one and inside, being met with a pulsating feeling.

“Ahhh..fuck, mama. This pussy’s so good. The best I’ve ever had..”

sounding ever so vulnerable with his head rolled back on his shoulders, fearing that if he caught a glimpse of those bouncing cheeks or that pretty face, he might bust prematurely. Still, he paced himself..wanting to enjoy the experience and let this euphoric feeling take over each of you..and when you began to talk back, praising him for how well he was doing, he nearly lost all sense of composure! Clawing the satin sheets, (y/n) chewed into your lip in a half assed attempt to stifle moans but there was no helping it. You were way too stimulated right now. “Right there, ‘Ren…you’re hitting my spot, baby. Oh my God, I ain’t never been fucked like this.” Crying out with semi-rolled eyes and a quivering jaw..only worsened when he sped up, burrowing himself over your frame with harder thrusts and that thumb pad sinking further into your tight hole.

“Right here? That’s the spot, baby?”

“Yeah, daddy. You fucking me so good right now!”

getting an answer that would only further awaken his inner beast. A smirk suddenly curled across his lips as he became excited at the mention of the name; most certainly strengthening his ego. In and out at interchangeable speeds, you had begun to glaze him in a mixture of cream and silky warmth.

“Then nut all over this dick, baby. There you go..” guiding you by the cusp of your hip; pounding you relentlessly from that point because both ego and cock were inflated by your praise. And he could tell that when he cooed to you, massaging the curvature of your spine, calling you things like baby and pretty girl, that pussy clenched even tighter and gushed even more, almost as if on command. It was as if your bodies were perfectly and equally yoked..like two missing puzzle pieces finally being connected. It was a shame that either of you had waited so long, whether from fear of rejection or respect, to make a move. But you were glad that he had done so tonight. And the feeling was mutual.

“Look at how good you’re taking that dick…letting my shit stretch you like that. She’s so wet..and warm. You make me never wanna leave it.” Confessing in his pussy drunken stupor whilst bending over to kiss down the curvature of your spine. Which sent shutters throughout your entire body, especially when he glided his tongue across the same spot. Inadvertently switching you two to a sort of side fucking position in the process where he hoisted your leg up and told you to keep it there. But what truly made you tick was when he reached around to cup your breasts, gently pinching on your nipples and massaging. You were practically drooling, grinning with a fucked out expression on your face. “Can I stay in it, baby? Give you that dick you deserve all the time?…” sweetly questioning with the flick of his tongue dancing around your earlobe and neck. With the way he was making you feel? He was gonna have to move in now! He was the absolute perfect lover, maybe because he already knew you better than anyone else in this world and all that remained to be explored was your body, which he was willing to take all night and do. “…working so hard, handling your business and shit..and looking so fucking sexy when you do. That’s the type of shit to get you fucked on and spoiled with a real man..what you really need. You want better for yourself, don’t you, baby?” Sliding a thumb between your lips as he cooed softly. It was something about that balance between gentle and rough, that had you melting like putty between his fingertips. And when you begged him to take you; admitting that you were submitting yourself wholly to him, he didn’t disappoint. Knowing you were mere seconds from exploding in his grasp.

“Hnghh! Yes…this your pussy now, daddy. Keep fucking me just like that.”

admitting through trembling breaths as your climax was growing nearer. Feeling how close you were and becoming rather sensitive himself, Eren decided to turn your head to face him, pulling you both into a searing kiss as he reached down to lightly rub your clit. Balls smacking against your entrance and a puddle of frothy white bliss billowing down his shaft and from your tightness. Yet again, without missing a beat, he’d flip you over and fold those legs up, putting them behind your head. This time, with a little more aggression. Almost as if your submissiveness was causing him to become far more erratic. He’d start to huff, grunting as he grew closer to his peak. He’d pull out for only a split second, splattering you with a tiny trail of precum and your pretty liquids. You were trembling but he’d instruct you to hold them in place. “Don’t move, baby. Just stay there..you’re doing so good.”

and just like before, he’d resume drilling your shit and dicking you down.

“Gonna make you come f’r me, baby. Gonna make this pretty pussy come all over my dick. You better do it..wanna nut in it too. Fill you up and watch it drip out. Shit turns me on so much.” nearly desperate in his pleas but that’s what made them all the more attractive. Admittedly, he’d never came inside of a girl because half of them couldn’t be trusted but he loved the idea of his girl being bred by him and when you agreed, he was excited.. His thin gold necklace swaying against your face as it had done your back prior..his lips pressed to yours in a haze of slow, nasty kisses. The type that only could be shared between two people with intense passion… “look at me, pretty girl..” but the second he reached that core, pressing into the pit of your stomach and grazing your cervix, you’d fade out on him and Eren had to all but coax you back. Your nails clawing at his shoulder blades and eyes trailed back with nothing more than incoherent babble coming from your mouth..almost as if you were having an out of body experience. Doing so with some light slaps to your cheek!

“I said look at me. We’re coming together, okay? Same time, baby. Here, take my hands.” Ushering you to rest those legs atop his shoulders and clutch fingers so that he could guide you through that nut..talking you through it as a real man would.

“Good girl…just keep squeezing me. You’re right there, I can feel it.” Meanwhile, you were on the brink of tears from the immense pressure swelling inside of you. Tits bouncing, legs trembling and body a complete wreck of orgasmic bliss. “So count with me. On three, I want you to let go.” Nodding your head in response and he’d place a kiss to your forehead, brushing your thumb pad across his cheek. “Don’t hold back..” and with that, he’d start his countdown. Starting at one, it’d seem like an eternity but alas, you both hit that fateful number and it was as if fireworks exploded, your hearts thudded from your chest and the two of you saw heaven simultaneously. It was hands down the best orgasm either of you had ever felt!..made apparent by the loud, pathetic cries that escaped both of you along with your cum. You squirting all over his abs and him filling you with a long stream of nut. The warmth of being stuffed made it even better.

he was an absolute mess, tears coming down his face to match your own and the two of you just held one another close as you rode out those orgasms; immersed in an ecstasy filled haze. One that could only be found after true love making.

“Thank you, baby. Thank you so much for letting me fuck you like this. I needed that..” sticking his fingers into your mouth to suckle on as you grinned at one another as you basked in the afterglow. It was safe to say that neither you had plans to spin the block on any past partners nor leave this bed anytime soon.

“You know you’re stuck with me, right? Like I’m not letting you go..” admitting as you caressed the side of his cheek. You had nothing to worry about because it’d take something major to pry him away from the girl that he always knew he loved.

“I’ve been here all this time..nothing can separate us now.”

[mazzaratiehotty]

𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇 • 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

synopsis: after sharing a night of passion, (y/n) and EJ aren’t so apt to part ways and return to reality. But the two share one more moment together before doing so. Meanwhile, (y/n) reflects on her goals and what it is she hopes to accomplish in this industry. Reassuring not only herself but her crew that her priorities like strictly in Pole Assassins after they confront her at dinner about her strange absence from dinner. Meanwhile, EJ returns home, motivated as ever and ready to work..only to find that someone’s been defaming him, leading to harassment by the media and even some potential legal troubles for the rapper. But will he be able to stomach the truth behind who started such a rumor mill or will it shatter his already fragile trust?

content warning: mature/heavy language, light smut, mentions of drugs, substance abuse and alcohol, sexual content, mentions of violence

word count: 7.9K

📝: I want to thank all of you so so much for the love on the last chapter and your patience. I know I took forever but I’m honestly in no rush to finish this series. However, I’ll be back to regular uploads soon.

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sunshine peered through the cream colored curtains of the fourth floor suite where (y/n) and your unexpected guest had spent the better part of yesterday evening and the early morning hours..making love until dawn reached the horizon. The entire room; a disheveled mess of clothes, bedsheets, alcohol and your bodily fluids. The result of filthy, unadulterated, rough sex. Taking you from the bed, the front of the mirror where he forced you to stare at yourself getting those deep strokes to the shower, where you let the cascading water drench your bodies as you exchanged slow tongue kisses. What transpired was something neither of you expected nor did you think would’ve taken place this soon. It was only weeks ago that you were backstage at the club, complete strangers and nothing more. Pacing the floor as you mentally prepared yourself to go hype up a crowd of thousands of strangers. Nervous because not only was it your first time but you were doing so alongside a man that you had admired for years. One of the only handful of celebrities that caused you to be awestruck and that managed to make you swoon. And intimidated you all the same! EJ the Don was a name synonymous with being less than friendly. He was very selective about who he allowed into his energy and it was safe to say that ninety five percent of the industry didn’t make the cut. He hated agendas and politicking. You, of course, were not expecting to be a part of the select few that he’d rock with. Especially when he gave you friendly advice about how to navigate life in the limelight and how to get through the event.

“Well for one, you can start by not treating me like some type of god. I’m just some regular motherfucker that happens to make music. I promise, you don’t have to tiptoe around me. Second, you got picked for this job, didn’t you? So that means you did something right because if I know anything about Mikasa, she doesn’t hire just anyone when her reputation is on the line..stop stressing and be yourself.”

it was the very first time since you had begun to intermesh in these circles that you had heard someone dismiss their fame, especially someone with his notoriety. He was so smooth with how he uttered it too. Most of these people threw their names around as if it were currency and it’d afford them every luxury they wanted. Not him! He didn’t want to be seen as some snobby, famed personality that not even his peers couldn’t even approach. You were so worried that he’d feel like working with you would be beneath him but not even close. “You smoke, sweetheart? I feel like you could use a puff or two.” He was funny, charming and super sweet. Naturally, you’d take a hit and it was up from there. “Trust me, it’s the only way I’ll be able to go out here and do this. I’ll let you in on a secret that not everyone knows about me. I have social anxiety like a bitch..may not look it but I hate being around all these people. Makes me nervous..even after all this time. My first performance? I ended getting so sick, I almost had to call it off..” Telling you as if the two of you had known each other for years. “Guess that makes two of us, huh?” As honored as you were, you didn’t understand why. It wasn’t if you could go reference interviews with the man and find out these tidbits of information. Although it was apparent by the way his right leg kept jumping as time approached. But he could’ve fooled you when he hit the stage. Completely different person and a grade A performer..so much energy and charisma, you were thrilled to be watching. Not to mention when he pulled you on the stage and crooned to you. Singing the lyrics to one of his sexiest songs. Tipping your chin up and singing to you like a man to his lover. You nearly fell apart..fast forward almost a month and it would seem he somewhat manifested it. The whole thing was sort of impromptu but even so…

“..Mmm, good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning to you too..”

you were so happy that it took place!

swaddled up in the disheveled sheets, you’d roll over and glide a hand over Eren’s muscular chest..riddled with various pieces of inked artwork. His arm cradled around your shoulders and his lips pressed to yours. It was as if the two of you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. An attraction that neither of you had felt towards anyone in a long time. Normally, he’d be gone before the girl could even wake up or send her on her way the night prior with an Uber and enough cash for a Plan B if needed. He didn’t really do hookups all that often nor had he been with anyone who made him want to stick around..less known fly out to be with them. It was something about you that had him stuck. You were so cold, raw as hell and quite honestly..the finest woman he had ever been with. And him? No man had ever managed to get you out of your clothes that fast. The way he put that dick on you, you were five seconds from telling him he had to stay. Not to mention how fine and sweet he was! Your inbox hasn't stopped blowing up with threats of fighting you because this man camped out in your comments nowadays. Playfully flirting, knowing that it was all one big joke between the two of you. Maybe that’s why it all happened so suddenly. Your makeout session ensued for a little while; even finding yourself on top of him as he caressed your back, rubbing on your ass and feeling every inch of your skin. Not wanting it to end as he longed for the touch of a woman whom he could feel comfortable with for so long. He hadn’t been this relaxed since he’d been in the industry and it would be almost ten years. Which was sad when he thought about it. Regardless, he knew he couldn’t let his guard down entirely. This game was a funny thing and even if you wouldn’t run your mouth, he knew plenty that would..which would become a huge headache. All it took in this town was one bad photo opp or word of mouth to spread like wildfire and your business was front street on Twitter. The main reason why he stayed to himself is that when he popped out. Especially with a new chick on his arm, then the focus and conversation left his music and the poor girl had to endure harassment. When they may have been nothing more than acquaintances at best. It was irksome, for both parties. For him, his craft meant everything to him and nothing could stand between that. Not even the baddest bitch on the internet and you were definitely holding the title. As it stood, the two of you had no plans to make things official or even start dating. Hell, you didn’t even know if the feelings and emotions were there for that. But you did want to keep..whatever this was going for a little while longer. A warm smile cracked across Eren’s lips whilst yours hovered above them. “You keep doing that, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave.” And honestly, it was just fine with you. He could stay here and stay in it as long as he desired. “Who said you had to?” Nothing like waking up to a little lazy fucking. Mumbling against your lips, he’d whisper to you..asking if you wanted to put it back in and by the wide grin on your face, it was obvious. So with a firm grip on your asscheeks, he’d hoist you up and place you back down atop his dick. Subtly nestling it inside of your warmth. Both of you, moaning at the sensation. Releasing a collective “oh my gosh..” unable to believe that this was all taking place so suddenly. “You feel so good..” Even so, it was a moment that you didn’t want to end so soon. You weren’t ready for your dream to be over in just a flash. Draping your clasped arms around his neck and his to the small of your back, you’d make love yet again with the freshly risen sunshine falling cast over your bodies. Kissing, touching, gripping on every inch of each other’s flesh. Drinking it in. Soaking in each other’s scent.. “Don’t stop, baby..right there.” “Just like that..” riding him clean to another climax and although this was the most fun that either of you had had in a very long time, your conscience couldn’t help but to rear its ugly head..

this isn’t right..God, I know I’m not supposed to be here. Doing this..with him. With a man I barely know. It’s not like me. Not even remotely close. I don’t do one night stands and random hookups..letting a man get this pussy that I can’t even say ‘I love you’ to? Fuck no. I don’t remember the last time I’ve let a man near me be less known, inside of me. Hell, my friends might say I play it too safe, even a little boring. But even so, I wanted–no, scratch that. I needed him. Needed him to tell me I was beautiful, that I felt better than anyone he had ever been with..saying the things that no one’s ever told me. Am I wrong? Does that make me a bad person? Am I terrible for wanting to have my cake and eat it too? To work hard and play as well? I’m working so hard in my career, trying to make this all work. Dancing, this social media shit..I want to win so bad. But I want to live too..I want to enjoy the process while I’m in it. Is that too much to ask for?

all questions you’d have to sit and ponder on at a later date because at the moment , you were being thrust up and down, his face between your breasts as he popped them in and out of his mouth. Giggling and whimpering into his ear with light huffs escaping your mouth as well. Your eyes lazily fixated on one another before he interrupted the kiss. “Why’d you quit?” to which he’d snicker, smirking as he looked down at the bed; still clutching you by the hips..close within his grasp. “Cause I’m a hypocrite, that’s why..” reluctantly shoving your smaller frame back with a gentle press. “Shit..I’m sorry, (y/n).” Suddenly, you could feel your heart descend to the pit of your stomach. Were you about to hear the dreaded words that you’d hope to never be uttered? That this was all a one night rendezvous but he had to go? That he had only come for a quick nut but he was leaving? Alas, you’d have your answer soon. And it was neither the former nor the latter. But instead..

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I talked all that shit about how much I respected your work ethic..grind and shit. How you didn’t choose that bullshit over your bag. Now here I am taking you from that…” admitting with a muffled groan into your collarbone. Placing your hands to his shoulder blades, you’d glare up at EJ, glancing at him before bursting into laughter. You didn’t mean to but you truly couldn’t help it when you saw the look on his face.

“Sorry for what? It’s not like I turned you away at the door, and told you to get the fuck out. As you can see, I’m enjoying myself very..very much.” Declaring as you traced a trail down his bare chest whilst leaving a soft peck to his lips. “I am too..” obviously smitten and staring dumbfounded at your body as your hands traced his torso. “Actually, it’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. It’s something different ‘bout you. I swear..” words that normally would’ve meant nothing when a man uttered them. Hell, they should’ve meant nothing coming from him and yet, your heart couldn’t help but flutter a little. “Forreal?” “Shit, you think I’d come all the way out here for just anybody? You haven’t stayed off my mind since I met you..” Still, it wasn’t safe to get ahead of yourself. Rather, it was best to play it cool and just take things slow. So that’s when EJ devised an ideal plan..

“Tell you what. Imma be in Houston for a few more days..you go handle your business. I know your girls are prolly worried sick. I got some things to take care of out here myself. When you’re done, you know where to find me. Sound good?” Although the last thing you wanted to do right now was leave this bed, less known this room, he was right. You guys were working professionals with soaring careers and a lot of responsibility. It was only the heat of the moment and your hormones that had you being this reckless but it was time to get yourselves together. Reluctantly lifting you off of his lap, Eren set you by his side, but not without leaving you with a few passionate kisses to get through the day. When he withdrew on the last one, he’d tug your bottom lip along with him, gently between his teeth as your palms resided on his cheek. “You promise?” “Swear.” With that, the two of you would prepare to head out for the day. You, going to the shower to cleanse yourself of last night and the morning’s activities. And him to his respective room, that was on the floor above yours. It was the only way to ensure that you didn’t find yourselves entangled in the web of lust yet again. “Have a good day, beautiful. I’ll see you later.” “Byeee.” So getting out undetected might have been a task in itself. So he’d grab his hoodie, sweats and a hat, hoping to evade anyone wanting to strike up a conversation or snap a couple involuntary candids of the rapper. Truth was, EJ The Don had something that many stars today didn't and that was a true sense of celebrity. Not so much being a diva or putting himself on a pedestal, because he was humble as fuck and super down to earth if you ever met him, but in the way of him not broadcasting his business for the world to see. He didn’t want his privacy invaded. So in the event of some seedy journalist seeing him leave someone else’s hotel room, looking disheveled and crazy, chatter was sure to fly. For now, he had to let you go and deal with some loose ends of his own. He had a homeboy out here needing some mixing and mastering done for his new project and who else better to have their stamp on it than Eren himself. Besides, it’d provide the perfect distraction and keep him occupied. Music was the one thing he always counted on to be consistent and that he never had to worry about being disappointed by. Something people did all too often and he honestly hoped you were different.

once you were finally alone though, you’d find yourself releasing a heavy sigh as you leaned against the door. You couldn’t help but to feel a little flustered and annoying at the fact that you were almost two seconds from pouting and begging this man to stay. It was a little embarrassing even. Nonetheless, he was right. Time to get back to business. And not a moment too soon. Because your phone was ablaze with texts from the group chat, missed calls and an incoming voice message from Ms. Ackerman. You had a gig tonight and that you couldn’t miss for anyone, including EJ! This very well may have been the biggest artist that the Pole Assassins as a collective have performed for. Not to mention, you getting the opportunity to be a host again so there were many different things to look forward to. But that sentiment couldn’t be mirrored by the woman who oversaw both of your careers. In fact, to say she was aggravated..not by you but her oldest client, would have to be a very gross understatement! But she all but had a plan to ignite a fire underneath the stubborn brat. The one thing she could always count on to get him moving was a question of his talent and a little competition.

while the two of you were making arrangements to go to rehearsal and to the studio, Mikasa was currently working behind the scenes on a master plan to make him get his ass back in the booth and put out something that would have everyone from die hard fans to habitual haters alike talking. Sitting in the backseat of her chauffeured car, the executive manager tapped away at her phone..eventually forming a wide smile across her face. Eventually, breaking into a laugh. “You know, the devil works hard..but goddamnit, Annie Leonhart. You work faster. If this doesn’t spark something in him, I don’t know what will.” Glaring down at the phone, a bold printed headline read: “Fans Disappointed After Rolling Loud Headliner Set, Rapper Sparks Online Debate.”

followed by a puffed up piece that went on to say: ‘Rapper EJ The Don, infamously known as the Underground God, his Living Dead Boy l and ll albums, as well as his dark and mysterious aesthetic, along with his outspoken personality that have captivated many. An artist branding himself on being anti industry and not adhering to any of the typical rules and politics, his music and personality have gripped millions. But adoring fans, both old and new, couldn't help but to be left with a bitter taste in their mouths amid the final and headlining act of Miami’s biggest night in music. Appearing as a surprise guest not even listed on the docket. Even so, the crowd saw an influx of attendees and morale once EJ made his way to the stage. Where many would be thinning out and departing for the evening, a plethora of spectators remained for the long awaited show. However, many were left wondering not only if he wanted to be there but if his heart was in the performance at all. Although the highly acclaimed artist does not partake in social media himself, many fans took to Twitter to refute the claims of bored crowds and silence..even sharing personal videos of the performance to prove that everyone was on their feet for their favorite artist. One user became extremely defensive and posted: @dollofgrey: THEE EJ the Don? Boring? Yeah u bitches are smoking dick. The crowd was going stupid the whole time. Don’t play w him.” posting footage of him head banging and inciting huge mosh pits during some of his more hype songs. Others, however..said the rapper seemed to be so jaded while on stage and thus began speculation as to why. Also sparking debate of how male performers are often given far more grace than their female counterparts in terms of performance standards. Rumors have been circulating recently that the twenty five year old had been hospitalized due to exhaustion and heart complications. Which made many arrive at the conclusion of substance abuse or chronic illness, although nothing has been confirmed. With the lack of interaction with his nearly over one million fans, much is expected to remain a mystery. But one thing is for certain: many potential and diehard supporters have grown weary, waiting for news of a new project, especially with his last one nearing its fourth anniversary. Will he step up and refute these claims, once again proving naysayers wrong? Or has The Don’s time on the throne come to an end?’

a very short, simple..yet, super loaded article full of interesting and quite frankly false statements. Ones that as his publicist, Mikasa had no interest in clearing up. If he wanted to repair his reputation, he’d have to do so himself with his talents. However, others were apprehensive of her methods. Including her very own assistant, who was in the process of organizing her boss’ next set of meetings into her planner when she couldn’t help but spot the deviant look on the dark haired woman’s face. “Ms. Ackerman. I don’t mean any disrespect but are you sure this is the right thing ta’ do? I mean, I thought you were supposed to help his reputation. Wouldn’t this hurt it?” To which she’d merely laugh and continue tapping away at her screen. “Oh Sasha. My sweet, little lamb. You have much to learn about this business and the people in it.” Amid her speech, Mikasa would reach over for her martini and stir the glass before crossing her slender legs and proceeding with her speech. “You see, I have over fifty different artists I manage in a day. Some..they’re fairly easy to deal with. Give ‘em a gig and they’ll take it. Whether it’s some no name festival in the middle of nowhere or Glastonbury..they’re on time, punctual and performing as if their lives depend on it. Even if the crowd isn’t as receptive. They work hard to build their brand and maintain good standing with the agency so that when their big break does come, we can put all the necessary power behind them to make sure they succeed. Then there’s the ones who are a little further along in their journey. Been doing it for a while and maybe they just need some time to get back into the swing of things. They may be working on projects or wanting to dabble into different things, helping artists who may just be starting out..that’s perfectly fine. We love to see that type of mentorship. My fiancé Jean, he’s sort of stuck in that limbo right now. He’s one of, if not the best song writers I’ve ever seen so while he works on his new album and our wedding, of course..he’s taken sort of a step back and decided to lend his support to others..I couldn’t ask for a better client and husband.” Sasha Braus, twenty three year old small town girl from Kentucky with dreams of becoming a big time manager herself. Although she and Mikasa were not too far off in age, she truly admired her from her early days on stage to her shift in media presence now. A young woman with such poise and intelligence..it was something to behold for sure. But as she continued to talk, still circling the perimeter of her glass, Sasha couldn’t help but notice how tight her superior was clutching the stem of it once she got to her final part of her little monologue. As did her expression shift; her lip curling and veins protruding from the side of her head.

“…And then..there are special cases. Ones that require a bit more of a push. These are the ones that have a very..individualistic approach to the way they do things. Meaning they act as they damn well please and never think about the consequences it may cause others. They’re very selective about what jobs they take, or even what meetings they attend for that matter. They’ll go months, maybe even years before they release a project and in that time, won’t tell a soul what they’re up to. Even so..they sit atop the charts. They’re constantly in the media; the topic of conversation, whether they do anything to warrant it or not. Either way..they only move on their time, thus making my and everyone else’s job a whole lot harder. That is EJ the Don. See, I’ve known Eren since we were kids. One of my best friends, actually. We’d play together..go skateboard, break into old abandoned houses. The usual. But his biggest flaw was that he never listened to anyone. Dude doesn’t even listen to his own mom. The bastard even left home at sixteen without a plan or direction. Anything could’ve happened to him out here but did he give a damn? No. He always acted of his own volition and didn’t care if it got him hurt or in trouble, or anyone else for that matter. And I learned early on the one thing that would make him listen. Do you know what that is, Sasha?”

befuddled as ever, the starry eyed brunette listened to her boss ramble on, mainly out of her own intrigue to learn more about this EJ character beyond his music and media headlines. Shaking her head, she’d begin to nibble on some nearby chips, listening attentively. Suddenly, Mikasa glared with quite a sinister look on her face. Not one looking to cause harm or malice but as if she just had a very memorable flashback before uttering one word: “Violence.” Which caught Sasha completely off guard!

“Violence?!”

“That’s right. Violence. Now I don’t mean in the physical sense..although, I did have quite a bit of fun beating his ass in a good street fight or two. But what I mean is something more metaphorical. A good swift kick in the ass. A push..something that forces him to be so uncomfortable, he has no choice but to move. This is that article. There isn’t much that Eren cares about, at least enough to get out of character but music? There’s no one in this business that does it quite like him. He’s a damn genius and the second that’s called into question, he’ll be quick to address it and clear up any notion that he’s not the best. It’s his one love in life so he’ll take it seriously. It’s a shitty thing to do, I know and I’d never stoop so low as to run a smear campaign against my own clients. But he’s beyond normal tactics. Besides, I didn’t think that lunatic of a woman would run with just a nugget of information and turn it into this. Leonhart’s a fucking psycho but she knows how to light a fire underneath someone, that’s for sure and press the right buttons. The only thing I can do now is wait and hope that he bites.”

it was a lot for Sasha to take in and trust, if she had faith in anyone, it was this woman. She’d watch her turn complete nobodies into industry sensations overnight. She was gifted at what she did and making the transition from performer to her current role was the best decision that Mikasa could’ve ever made. However, her assistant couldn’t help but shake the nagging suspicion that there was a missing piece to all of this and that it may not go according to her master plan. All of which she’d keep to herself because the last place she wanted to be was on the maverick’s bad side. That was not a woman you’d ever want to piss off! So she’d nod silently and agree. Hoping that for her boss’ sake, he did.

I hope you’re right, Ms. Ackerman. Business is business, but is it truly worth it..if you have to sell out your own friend?

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two days later • Houston Amphitheater, Houston, TX

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“Thank you Houston! ‘Appreciate the love..and I’d like to thank my wonderful band. My stage crew and of course, my lovely, beautiful dancers for tonight..the always talented Pole Assassins. These ladies are some of the best to ever do it and I’m grateful that they were a part of this experience tonight. Thank you all and good night, bless..”

the female R&B artist stood before the roaring crowd, microphone in hand and a huge smile as the audience showered both her and everyone else with copious amounts of praise. Even spiking at the mention of the quintet’s name. Bouffant curls, body like that of a goddess, tattoos littering her arms and the voice of an angel. It was unbelievable that you all were even here right now! Which was wild to imagine because just a year ago, the group couldn’t get a single booking because no one saw how it would add value to the concert but (y/n) and the entire group had come to prove everyone wrong. Now all types of artists were hoping to have the girls as part of the show. Not to mention, your outside starpower was beginning to have an effect on that as well. Either way, you had a blast. Being in a room with such infectious energy, being felt up by this fine ass singer as she belted the sultry lyrics to her songs and watched you twirl around the pole. It almost made you forget what and who you were doing not too long ago…fast forward, and you all found yourselves at the infamous Pappadeaux’s downtown. Sipping on drinks, reflecting and enjoying appetizers and laughs as you awaited your meals.

“Whew!..I don’t know about y’all but I am feeling amazing! That was the best hands down, I’ve never had that much fun.” Brianne, who was the first to bring up tonight’s show; ecstatic and thrilled after the high that came with dancing. Truthfully, it took her back to her days in the strip club and it felt like being at Blue Flame all over again. That bit of nostalgia, coupled with the fact that she too had a huge crush on their performer didn’t help! Especially when she grabbed her throat and pretended to kiss her. And not one person could disagree.

“Yeah, cause you were ready to bump coochies with that lady, Bri! You’re not slick.”

“And I would be right now, if it weren’t for you meddling bitches. I was this close!”

pinching her fingers together as she nursed another sip of her drink. Mad at her friends’ interference in her affairs. But they all knew better than to allow that to happen.

“Yeah, close to getting your ass beat. Her girlfriend was standing right there backstage and I know she got hands.” Brianne would simply dismiss Kelly and Syrai’s statements, continuing to eat her crab dip, placing a piece of bread between her long nails and taking a bite. “I know she does too. Real nice hands. That’s why I want both of them!” Sending all of them bursting into laughter afterwards. Brianne, who was and has always has been proudly lesbian never shied away from the fact that she loved the ladies. Hence why she was so popular at her old job..sure, she’d pull the rappers and drug dealers but it was the women in business suits and six figures who would line up to get a dance from Candy; her former moniker. “You are so crazy. I’m not messing with you.” Even so, it felt good for all of you to be back together..chatting it up and laughing like this. Celebrating after a huge success. However, it wasn’t lost on any of them that although (y/n) was talking and engaging, you seemed to be spaced out and your mind was elsewhere. That much confirmed by the way you were scrolling and snickering at your phone underneath the table. “Speaking of..” Niesha, who was holding her butter knife, smacked her lips and turned to face you, as did the rest of the table to confront you. Now that you were, they could easily address the elephant in the room: “..mind telling us why the hell you stood us up the other night? Had us waiting that long..” if anyone would remember, it was most certainly the woman you often referred to as your sister! Nothing slipped past Miss Niesha. She was not only perceptive but nosy as hell. You were certain your little story about sudden onset illness wouldn’t hold up in her eyes. So she’d ask for the truth this time.

“I told you, I wasn’t feeling well..”

“I know that’s what you told me. Ion believe that shit though. So….who was you in there fucking on?” The question immediately prompts you to spit your drink out and Kelly, Brianne and Syrai to burst into another fit of cackles. They knew as well as she did that you were full of it. “Nie!” Hell, they knew something was amiss when you left practice as soon as it was over..which had never happened! But instead of going to your hotel room, you beelined to another one on the second floor and it got the girls talking as to what or who was in there. “We’re not mad at you, we’re just curious.” “Hell, they got to be some pressure for you to keep going back. You don’t like nobody..” which they could all agree upon. Nonetheless, you’d suck your teeth and roll your eyes with a gentle smirk on your face. Nursing another sip of your drink, you’d dismiss their comments. Attempting and hoping to evade this topic. “That is not true. I’m nice.” How would they be able to handle the fact knowing that not only had EJ flew all the way out here just to see you but it was so damn good, that the second you two had any spare time, it was spent fucking on each other in the past seventy two hours. Sneaking to one another’s rooms, doing all the things you had no business and trust, if word got into the wrong hands, you’d be branded a clout chasing rapper’s girlfriend forever. Not exactly the label you wanted while trying to build a brand of your own. Even so, your girls all noted the very obvious difference in your demeanor since the night you claimed to have been sick. Most people didn’t sport beaming smiles after a case of food poisoning. However, they knew it was more so a matter of your guts being rearranged that had you elated!

“Chile, you don’t have to lie to us. So…who’s your new man? Is it a man at all?”

(Y/N) didn’t utter a word and rather sat there in complete silence, stealing small sips of the fruity margarita you had been consuming. Instead, you’d leave them to figure it out with the constant context clues you had been giving. Besides, if you said it outright, it’d actually look as if you two were dating which was the furthest thing from! They’d all sit there, mumbling among themselves as they tried to figure out who it was that had your attention all of a sudden. And the first guess would come from Syrai, who had spotted pictures of you and some male backup dancer who had been touring with the artists as well and had been trying to get at you for a while. To which you’d shake your head and the suggestions would continue. “Is it that defensive lineman for the Cowboys? He's been on your shit heavy.” They were blurting out everyone from this singer or that basketball player, who’s radar you had been on for the longest yet not a single one was right! That was until Niesha seemed to have a bit of a breakthrough, looking up and around the table at everyone as if they were crazy. Before finally turning her attention to you with a smirk.

“You lil’ sly bitch..it’s EJ!” Sending the table into complete hysterics. Kelly, Brianne and Syrai all gasping and screaming and you trying to quiet them. The last thing you needed was for somebody to overhear you all. But alas, she had guessed correctly and there was no faking or denying it because your change in expression said it all. He was definitely the culprit!

“Can y’all be quiet?! Damn..gon’ have my business all over Texas fucking with y’all.” Yelling as you tried to feign your own excitement; covering your mouth as you laughed.

but their excitement could not be contained. It made so much sense…the Instagram comments, the stories you posted, listening to his songs and your little incident at the club. Most certainly not off base to think that the two of you had slept together! “You been fucking on that fine ass man and ain’t told us? You so fake (y/n).” As enthused as they were though, they’d have some advice for you. “ion know, I’d be careful with that one. That man is notorious for being a damn heartbreaker.” “Yeah, and staying in trouble. You sure you want them problems, girl?” Which threw you for a loop, considering you’d never seen him with anyone other than his ex. But then again, they made it their business to be up in everybody else’s and you could give a fuck less. Either way, it was none of your concern and you could care less what he did in his past. “You say that like that’s my nigga or something. What he does when he’s not with me is not my problem.” That’s what they all admired about you. Your ability to stay focused and not be phased by any outside influences. You could be laid with one of the world’s most famous and finest men, only to walk right past him the next day as if you never met. It was commendable how much resolve you housed. But that was expected when you didn’t think much of anyone in this industry anyways. They just didn’t know if they could handle seeing that type of pressure. Sure, your time with EJ was very nice and you’d love to see him again if the opportunity presented itself once you returned home, but he was on a private flight back to Miami right now, proceeding to business as usual; moving along with life so it was in your best interest to do the same. Hoisting your martini for another sip, you’d flash a look to all of your girls and address their concerns once and for all:

“Listen, I got three things in this world I’m worried about: my girls, my brand and my motherfuckin’ money. Anything else is just a nice little distraction. Including him. The dick was nice…really, really nice and I had fun but it’s not that serious between us.” Declaring as you stirred your drink and giggled, reminiscing on your past few nights together. You made it abundantly clear he was a non factor. No matter how many times you guys had sex, sent nudes or commented on each other’s posts. Maybe one day you’d find someone to settle down with but today was not it. For now, you were having your way!

“Now that that’s settled…y’all can quit worrying about me. I’m good. Can we move on, my loves?” And that was enough to ease their minds but it wasn’t enough to change the subject though! “Sure!..after you tell us about you and Mr. Jaeger, chile. I’m trying to know what that’s hitting for.” Kelly interjected and the others followed suit. So you had no other option than to divulge all the dirty details. Especially since you had been dying to share with them. “Fine. Since y’all wanna be nosy and shit. Let me start from the beginning….”

What else were girlfriends for after all?!

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meanwhile, Eren had already made his departure from the Lone Star State and was long gone. Bidding (y/n) adieu with a quick little makeout session in your room this evening as you got ready, before boarding his private jet and heading back home. The brief sabbatical was one that he needed and would surely linger with him for days to come but it was time to refocus. No distractions, no interruptions and no more playing around. Guilty pleasures were just that: pleasures. Only meant to be indulged in every so often but now it was time to resume the hustle. Get back to his main lady and that was music. The sweet sounds of synthesizers and instrumentals. Penning his raw feelings and emotions onto paper and translating it all into audible art…there wasn’t a greater feeling in the world. Of course, your pussy might have been a close second!

“Yeah, tell Fader I’m a little busy this week. We’ll have to reschedule that interview for sometime later this month. Tomorrow, me and Ony are gonna be locked in on this EP so I don’t want any distractions. I’m sure you can handle that.” “Yes sir, I understand.”

chatting it up with his loyal assistant Floch, who had been awaiting his return. He asked what he had been up to for his few days of leisure and that he’d be rewarding him with a bonus for all of his hard work. Having landed less than an hour ago, Eren had made his arrival back to Miami. Stepping foot off of his private jet to the driver's seat of his brand new McLaren; fresh off of the lot only a couple days before leaving. A sleek, sexy black with chrome accents and an iridescent finish. Very much the rapper’s speed. Another piece to add to the collection of antique and brand new cars sitting at his residence. It was one of the few hobbies he enjoyed outside of his work. But unfortunately, he wouldn’t be greeted by his parked vehicles and quiet estate once he got there. Where he expected to have his hot shower and warm bed awaiting him..plans of relaxation in his bedroom with some video games, or perhaps a movie, there was something far worse on the horizon. On the long, dark stretch of street leading up to his driveway..no neighbors surrounding him, Eren could spot faint lighting beaming from beyond the locked gates..or rather, what should have been. “What the—hey, Floch. I’ll call you back..” cutting the indiscernible chatter on the other end short as he disconnected the call and lowered his iPhone to the empty passenger seat. Who or what the hell was going on?! Was someone trying to rob him and it had tripped the sensors? They shouldn’t have even been able to make it up this far without the security company or his own personal team being alerted. He didn’t keep an entourage of bodyguards surrounding him because he figured what his hands couldn’t handle, his .45 could but someone had just violated his privacy and the sanctity of his home!

but as he’d soon find out, the culprit wasn’t some would-be burglar, wishing for a hefty lick. But rather, a far bigger opportunist. As he neared the entrance; headlights beaming on the monogrammed gates, he’d catch the silhouette of two bodies in the beams as well. However, what followed was a swarm of people, armed with kit guns but the lens of a camera and microphones in hand, hoping to get their scoop by any means. Because unbeknownst to EJ and completely without his knowledge, word had been circulating the internet with heavy accusations about him. Things that he was not expecting to hear tonight.

“EJ! EJ! Is it true you’re quitting music?!” “Can you tell us about what happened at Rolling Loud, why were you so tired?” “Were you really away at rehab for your addiction? Can you confirm?”

he wasn’t sure where any of this was coming from. Hell, he wasn’t even aware that there was a problem with his performance or anything else so this was all news to him. Who had started this rumor mill? Or better yet, who had allowed them to come there?! Paparazzi mobs felt so outdated and cliche anyways but these slimy scumbags didn’t rest when it came to getting in everyone’s mix. Falsely reporting the last time got them sued and one a hospital visit. But what he did know for certain was that they had two seconds to get the fuck off of his property before he gave them something to report! “I don’t know who sent you here but get the fuck out my driveway and away from my house before I do something bad!” Yelling over the barrage of snapping cameras and shouting. He was becoming super irate and that wasn’t good for anyone because he had been known to lose his cool in the past, even resulting in a couple nights in jail and making brash decisions but they were the ones invading his privacy and because of that, he was two seconds from going off the deep end. Just then, as he were trying to keep a cool head, and think rationally, one of them left a slight indent in this hood of his brand new baby. From that point, there was not consoling or soothing him. Whatever happened, he’d worry about the consequences later. “You fucking idiot! Get the hell away from my car! I know damn well you can’t afford to fix this shit.” For now, he was going to beat all of their asses until he got to the bottom of it! Hopping out of the parked vehicle, EJ began to swing at and attack the unrelenting mob, much like he had done in his younger days in fame. He knew it wasn’t right and his manager was going to have a fit, but he was going to teach people about disturbing his peace.

when I find out who did this shit, and sent these bastards to my house..I’m snapping. And they better hope it’s not their fucking neck!

but little did he know that the culprit…may not have been some far off stranger as he may have thought. But rather…someone far closer.

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[mazzaratiehotty]

i need some mirror sex with rapper eren so badddd 😩 i can hear him now telling me how pretty i look while i take daddy’s dick 🤰🏾🤰🏾

nah see, I had to run this backkkk! 🥴🥴 so glad I took a spin back through my ask box bc im finding ALL the gems…whew, why did I have to wake up with this man on my brain so heavilyyyy? Like I cannot shut the fuck up about him today!

cw: influencer reader, mirror sex, throat fucking, backshots, choking, dumbification, praise kink, light slapping, consensual filming, daddy kink, dom eren bc he makes my kitty growl like a tiger :(

“Just a little more, baby. You can take that shit…there you go, fuuuck.”

the encouraging words leaving the mouth of your man as only gagging and gurgling noises emitted from your own. A hand placed subtlety atop your head as he guided it along the length of his shaft. Your pretty, plump lips suctioned around his cock and stained with the remnants of precum from his swollen tip. Because currently, you were sitting obediently on all fours, positioned in front of a floor length mirror with your ass in the air and the fingers of one of the world’s most famous musicians cradling your head whilst his balls slapped vehemently at your chin. Saliva dripping down your exposed chest and the marble tile in his bedroom. All the while, a beaming light from the back of his phone hovered above you as the camera recorded all the lewd acts taking place between you two. It was sort of a keepsake of sorts, a way to keep your minds on one another when you had to part and go on with your busy lives until you were able to hook up once more. Although, it made it much harder to want to leave! So on nights like tonight, you made it well worth his time. “Yeah, eat that dick up, baby. Allll the way to the back of your throat. That’s my good girl..” giving you copious amounts of praise for doing so. Groaning in a high pitched wail as you swallowed him inch by inch. Even gently stroking the side of your face and staring at you as if you were his greatest prize. Leaving you to pant and thank him for his load with a kiss to his tip. Running a thumb along the perimeter of your lips before pushing them in and cooing to you.

“Look up at the camera, princess…looking so fucking sexy with my nut on that face.”

but alas, it wouldn’t be enough to sate his desire for you. What he needed was a little something more to quell those urges he had been experiencing all week. The ones he garnered as he watched you twerk on him in the middle of the club to one of his new songs. The ones that creeped up when you were modeling some new bikini for Instagram and the camera caught at just the right angle to see that plump ass moving with each step. He wanted you in ways he couldn’t even imagine..so now, he had quite the idea to make sure that not only did you two savor this moment but couldn’t forget it either. Without so much as a second word, still holding that phone with the flash beaming against the glass, he’d usher you onto all fours; of course with an encouraging slap to your backside. Making you stretch your arms and ass out, giving him the perfect view.

“ ‘Pussy so damn fat…fucking love it. Play with it for me, baby. Rub on that shit, spread it open..”

instructing you to rub on that clit with a deep groveling voice as he exhaled a cloud of smoke from the nearby ignited blunt. He’d raise his hand that had been idly rubbing on those round cheeks to give you some heavy slaps. His AP watch and chain both glistening underneath the fractals of light in the mirror. But they weren’t about to be the only thing shining…

“..now bring that ass back on me. Put it in yourself..just like that.”

without having to tell you twice, you’d grasp for his shaft..pressing it to your entrance before moving back the rest of the way until you felt it push through your tightness. You’d release a loud whimper, tossing your head back when he’d clutch your throat and start thrusting. Feeding you long strokes that had you trembling the second he started. “Ooh, shit..baby.” Screaming out as you scrape gently at the floor beneath you. Eyes rolled back and biting at your lip, you’d arch your back and let your ass subtly ripple off of his pelvis. Eren kept a firm grip on your waist, only moving just the slightest inch and letting you swallow him with each bounce. Creaming on him as you gradually gained your rhythm. Biting down to stifle your cries but he’d just clamp your throat..tugging your head back for a very sloppy and heated kiss. “…take that shit, baby. Keep fucking me just like that.” Blurting out with the slightest vibration in his voice because he had begun to feel just how tight you were but what was perhaps his greatest weakness was how that sweet voice uttered his name; moaning do submissively and asking how good you felt while fluttering those big eyelashes. He couldn’t resist you or the urge to feed into it.

“You’re doing so good, baby…so pretty when you nut on daddy’s dick. I love it.”

making you face the mirror to catch a faint glimpse of his own gorgeous view. Your face stuck in utter bliss and ecstasy with your mouth slightly agape and drool seeping from between your lips. It was such a sexy sight to behold. Giving you a heavy handed slap to the ass, Eren pulled you back..this time saddling his thumb into your other hole, rubbing around it to really give you pleasure.

“Now keep going.. and lemme see that face while I’m in it too. You look so fucking beautiful letting me stretch this pussy..”

[mazzaratiehotty]

detective!eren getting a call from his subordinates that they have a suspect in custody, name dropping him to get out of being arrested. When he arrives, he’s shocked to see that the perp in question is none other than private investigator!(y/n), who’s being detained for sneaking into an prohibited area without a warrant or jurisdiction. He’s pissed but truly not surprised. It’s not the first time you’ve overstepped your bounds on your relentless crusade to justice and finding the truth. And if he were being honest, you had your work cut out for you when it came to getting clues but you did it effortlessly each time. But never had you gotten yourself in this type of hot water. Against his better judgment, he takes you off his hands. “I’ll take her, thanks guys.” Giving you his signature scowl before grasping your arm and hauling you off to his undercover service car; a grey Dodge Challenger with dark tinted windows. Lights and bars surrounding the exterior. But he had seemingly forgotten one minor detail: his incompetent officers FORGOT to put you in cuffs. Something he learns too late when he puts you in the backseat and as he’s driving along, lecturing you…(y/n) decides to have a little fun.

“You could’ve gotten yourself hurt, (y/n). That’s a gang hideout. What the hell were you thinking?” Obviously more disappointed and upset than he was angry. But you weren’t listening to a word. Rather, you were right back up to your devious antics. Giving him a pout and fluttering those big fluffy lashes. “I’m sorryyyy, muffin. But this is really important, I had to..” obviously, he’s not interested in apologies. He just wants you to be careful. To be more vigilant and safe. “Yeah, whatever. This time, it was a call about you getting arrested. I don’t wanna get one saying you’ve been hurt or worse. Got it?” Chastising you like a child..but you’re not listening. “Yes..I hear you.” Hell, you’re doing the exact opposite. He could see you shuffling around in the backseat, chewing profusely at your lower lip. Stealing occasional glances out of the rear view mirror at you. “Hey, what are you doing back there? Sit down.” “I’m not doing anything.” That stern voice ringing out, and only making you want to misbehave more. You didn’t utter a word, but rather..began feeling yourself up in the backseat. It wasn’t lost in him that you were unusually quiet. Or your choice in attire for the day. A skimpy two piece and a pair of sneakers. Not efficient for investigative work at all but it was your style and you weren’t changing for anyone. A few more minutes would past before traffic came to a halt and he glanced back up again to see your tube top ruffled around your stomach, panties shuffled to your ankles and those legs spread wide. “(Y/N)! What the fuck are you doing?! Knock it off..” but he knew better than to trust that. Deviance was your speciality and you were about to make his job..and dick much harder! “Why? You’re the one looking at me, pervert.” Taunting as you began massaging your nipples, along with rubbing that swollen clit. Fingertips spreading that pink and brown flesh open..even making smacking noises on instinct. “You’re going to pay for this shit, I swear.” And you’re hoping he makes good on that promise. Having been craving and missing him for days but your busy schedules didn’t permit it sometimes.

continuing to play with yourself in the backseat; moaning and rubbing your pussy for his viewing pleasure. Slipping a finger inside of that tightness..stretching it out as he was forced to listen and watch the little spectacle from behind the wheel. Those sweet little cries ringing out of earshot, along with pleas for him to pull over and take you right here. “Fuck…’feels so good..but I bet you’ll feel better.” Meanwhile, his cock wouldn’t stop pulsating and twitching from the confines of his slacks. “I should charge your ass with indecent exposure, (y/n). You’re pushing it..” but at that point, you could care less. So as long as he came back there and handled you. “I thought I was going to pay for it. Or are you all talk, pretty boy detective? A real man would’ve put me in my place now.” Mouthing off whilst still riding those digits, buried knuckle deep in that squelching core. Cream and juices leaking everywhere, including the leather seats. Shoving another set of fingers between your own jaws, you’d drum up a string of spit and lubricate those already soaking folds until you worked yourself into an orgasm..drenching his seat in squirt and then laughing as if it were all a big joke. He was heated!..but far more horny than anything. So it came as no surprise when he finally got a break and took a backroad to an abandoned alleyway, where he could do as he pleased. Including finally restraining you and having his way!

shuffling to the backseat to place you on all fours where he unfasten his pants and shoved your head into his lap. Sloppily fucking your mouth while letting his fingers slip into that spasming cunt. So needy and wet for him.. “..you’re such a little slut, you know that? Always getting me in fucking trouble.” Of course. That’s why you love me.” Both of you breaking into laughter before his were interrupted by heavy grunts. All due in part to you massaging his balls, and suckling his tip. But you wouldn’t get the upper hand on him as he slapped your ass and forced you on top of him, bound wrists and all. And you’d have to work for a nut if you wanted it! Letting you ride him as he sat back and let you put all that energy you had to good use. It wasn’t long before you were creaming all down his shaft..and your legs began to get tired in this position! However, he was going to make you pay for all your distractions and foolishness in some form or fashion. Why bother with all that red tape and paperwork when he could just stretch that pretty pussy instead? From heavy backshots, forcing you to clutch the door handle.. “Shit, you’re so tight. Has it really been that long, baby?” “Yes, can’t you tell I missed you?” To breeding you in a makeshift missionary that made him bury his face into your neck. “I—I need a break…you win.” whimpering as you pressed a hand to his chest, practically breathless. But he’d only stare with a smug grin and slap your backside once again. “It’s this or a holding cell, sweetheart. Your choice.”

and it was obvious which one you wanted! Pulling him back down into a kiss..

“Like you could ever get away from me that easily.”