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plvybxi · 2 months ago

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baby

eren hated seeing you around campus. despised it. it made his stomach churn and his face would scrunch up. he was always being unreasonably harsh and cold toward you and it didnt make it any better that you would come around sometimes. it annoyed him so badly. armin would always bring his girlfriend with him whenever they hung out and of course you tagged along.

it was obvious that he wasnt fond of you and others noticed it too. they told you to brush it off and thats just how he is but you were so genuinely confused. you had never even had a clear conversation with the guy and he didnt like you?

it was odd but what were you going to do about it? definitely the least of your worries.

you mostly avoided each other anyway, but you had a few classes with him.

you walked out of class in front of eren and connie with your bsf and she suddenly decides to stop and start a conversation with connie about some party.

you glance over at eren and hes staring at you like he hates you. and he does. he hates your nose, your ears, your lips, your hands and how they hold your bottle, your eyes and how they shift across his whole body, he feels like hes gonna throw up.

his lip twitches and he taps connie on the arm

“im leaving. let me know when your coming back to my room.”

eren brushes past you like you werent even there.

you roll your eyes at how mannerless he is because what have you even done to him??

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what have you done to him?

eren is asking the same question. he rushes back to his room so fast hes almost out of breath. he shuts the door and locks it in a hurry before throwing this backpack on the ground. His hand flys to his dick and he cant hold it in anymore.

what. have. you. done. to. him?

hes so hot all over, his face from the neck down was so pink. he hurried and pulled at his dick to touch around himself. he was already so leaky and he really didnt know why.

he was so mad at you. mad that you were so annoying. mad that you didnt hate him back. mad that he cant stop thinking about you. mad that this isnt your hand on his dick right not. he lets out a saddened whine, his hips rutting up into his own hand as he feels betrayed by himself.

he cant help but think about you, you were just so pretty, and nice, and smart, and sweet. and he is always such an asshole to you.

he thinks back to earlier in desperate trace of his thoughts. your figure pops up and he gasps. your hands look so neat, he wants them all over him. everywhere. anywhere you want. the way your necklace sat just above your round tits had him squeezing his dick harder. that stupid sparkly belly button ring you had earlier ran circles around his mind.

this has been going on for 4 months now and eren literally doesnt know what to do. hes been trying his hardest to let this thing blow over but its killing him. he hates how bad he wants you. needs you.

hes remembers the smell of your perfume when he walked past you. his back arches and his eyes start to roll to the back of his head. you smell so good to him. so sweet. he just wants it all to stop.

even now he wants to stop but theres no way he can. hes so mad at himsel- no, you. he was mad at you. he runs his hand up his dick faster at the way your eyes scaned up and down his body earlier.

“f-fuck.. mmg, sh-…please“ he lets out in a cry. he doesnt want to keep doing this.

hes so so close, his head falls back as his jaw drops at the thought of you. mumbling little praises of your name.

but his heart drops immediately and he stops. he thinks he hears something down the hallway to his room. he hears connie and armin laughing loudly and he books it for the bathroom and shuts the door, rushing to turn the shower on. why did he forget armin and connie asked to hang today. do you see what you’re doing to him? his life had never been this difficult.

he heard his roommates open the door still being loud and rowdy.

“you in the shower eren?” connie yelled through the door

“yea i’ll be out in a second” eren yelled back

he felt so defeated so betrayed. his dick was so hard and you were the reason he even got in this situation

eren calmed down, showered and joined his friends in his room to end the rest of the day.

the next day rolls around and eren was so tired. he couldnt sleep and he was frustrated coming to class. he found himself losing focus from the professor a lot. looking over to roll his eyes when he sees your little spine tattoo creeping out from under the backside of your shirt.

he tried to ignore the zip of electricity that flew up his spine. he couldn’t wait for class to be over. could he leave early? hes going to leave early.

erens body moved before his mind worked and started to put his books away. you glanced up at him watching him ruffle around with his backpack before leaving out of the door.

connie looks over at you and your best friend and shrugs his shoulders at his friends attitude.

you shook your head, it was only like 20 minutes of class left

you turned your attention back towards you professor as he goes on and on about the upcoming test that going to be 45% of your grade.

he assigned “study partners” and tells the class that you would have to study with this person and turn in your notes in from over the past couple weeks to get 2 free A’s

you got partnered with eren.

your jaw dropped and you turned to your bsf to beg her to switch partners with you

“sorry y/n i dont think were allowed to” she said laughing at your irritation

“why him of all people he literally hates me” you said expressively while stuff your laptop away.

“well truly in my opinion, i think he likes you a little deep down. me and connie talk about it all the time. armin says he’s head over heels and doesnt know how to express it. if armin says that you gotta know its true” she said gloating about her boyfriend. you shove her and roll your eyes while she continues to laughs at you

you and armin are good friends, you introduced him to your best friend and he went crazy over her, you trust his words but theres no way.

erens mean, and rude, and mannerless, and cold. theres no way. right??

connie walks over to the two of you and all of you engage in a conversation.

“hey connie do you have erens number? i need to to tell him about us being partners and ask him when he wants to study.” you ask

“uh here, not sure if hes going to respond though. sometimes i dont even know if the dude remembers he has a phone” connie ridicules.

“thanks anyways” you say mentally sighing while they make you feel worse about the matter

they continue to conversate as you try texting eren. “hey eren its y/n. were study partners in class and we get 2 A’s for turning in our study papers over the few weeks. do you have time to study soon?”

he reads it

you wait, 2 minutes, 4 minutes, 8 minutes. what the hell? you turn to the long conversation with connie and shove your phone in both your friends face

“he literally left me on seen. and im just trying to get our work done whats up with him?” you say distraught

connie laughes. “hes never even seen my message that quick so be happy for that” they were both being so unserious about how rude he is and it makes your blood boil everytime

“any idea what i should do now?” you turn to ask him truly defeated

“honestly just go to his room. he’s probably not doing anything anyway” connie takes your hand and writes their room number down on it

“im gonna stay at sasha’s tonight she wants to do a movie marathon so call me if he starts getting out of hand” connie adds

you sigh and turn away from them to find their door

“good luckkkk” your bestfriend yells out.

you find his dorm relatively fast, its the same building as yours just a floor or two below where you are.

youre standing infront of their door truly just wanting to leave but the quicker you finish studying, the quicker you can leave him the hell alone.

you knock on the door and he opens it quickly

the door whips open and you get hit with a smell of very faint weed, fresh linen, laundry, and cologne

he was standing there towering over you with his hair in a messy bun and was wearing a white compression shirt with black sweats.

his green eyes narrow at realizing its you, his face still blank and you cant read it

“what?” he said running his hand over the top half of the door frame

he was so much taller than you

“did you see what i texted you, is it okay that im here” you ask looking deeply into his green eyes

“how did you know where my room was ?” he always sounds so upset with you”

“connie” you only say equally sounding upset

“i mean youre already standing in front of my door” he walks away from the door leaving it open and walking further into his room

your body flare with irritation and you step inside the cold room shutting the door behind you

he slumps down on the edge of his bed and you scan the room

its was surprisingly so… him. everything in the room fit him down to the random items that peered into his personality and the smell. you loved the smell. it said so much about him. he smells so clean but also mischievous

you walked over to his desk and sat at his chair

you start to take out your notepad and put your glasses on while you immediately start studying

eren wasnt dumb, not in the slightest. you had to correct him a few times which he obviously wouldnt appreciate but that’s apart of getting this shit done.

there was one formula eren just couldnt get through. it was dark outside at this point and the anger in erens body was rising

“no eren thats not right try again” you say calmy although this is the 4th times youve given him a example problem

“what are you even doing to get the right answer? the way you formatted it isnt even fucking right” eren spat out rude harsh insults through his frustration.

he cant focus and he doesnt know what to do. he cant think straight.

“i am doing it right eren doing fucking question me.” said getting angrier that he’s insulting your intelligence.

“ive been sitting here with you for 2 fucking hours trying to get through your shitty attitude because you don’t understand. im not your fucking tutor eren” you said in disbelief

hes gripping his pencil so hard. who do you think you are to talk to him like that? why are you even here right now? why are you dressed like that in his room, your tits are almost spilling out of your shirt and your thighs are squished together in his desk chair giving him so much to imagine

hes ignoring the burn he feels in his body, the ache he feels in his hips. if only you werent here right now.

you look up at his angry eyes. he looking down at you so intensely, hes so red and mad he looks like hes gonna explode

you sigh and scoot closer to him taking his dominant writing hand and holding it in yours and you talk him through the problem, guiding his hand to writing and solving the math problem

hes in disbelief, theres no way youre touching him. hes disgusted, his body isnt though, his dick aches, and his ears are filled with blood.

his hearing fuzzes as the sound of your voice runs through his head and down his spine while his eyes trickle down to your glossy lips, then your pretty collarbones, your tits, your thighs- on my fuck your thighs…

his breath hitches and hes never been this upset with someone. he pushed out of your touch and stands up looking at you like he wants to snap your neck.

you stand up and look at him confused.

“eren..”

“what the fuck is your problem y/n?”

“eren what are you even talking about? what the fuck is your problem eren?” you say getting just as mad and stepping closer to him

“you come in here unannounced without asking and trying to do fucking “work”. it’s noticeable youre always trying to be near me and its fucking exhausting. looking so go lucky when you come here claiming to “study” and you dont even know what youre doing. always coming when armin and his gf comes around to piss me off” eren yells at you with veins popping through his arms. he wants to scream hes so upset.

you genuinely cant believe him right now. what is he even saying?? is he really this entitled? this delusional? youre just as mad as him if not worse.

you step up to him making the gap between you both smaller.

“eren i dont know that the fuck is wrong with you but youre the biggest piece of shit i’ve ever met. youre rude and entitled and i’ve never had a single reason to care about you enough to want to piss you off. you act like a fucking child with your stupid ass attitude. my friend has a name. i have a name. fucking say it eren.” youre even closer to him now glaring up at his face. you can feel the heat radiating off each other from how mad you both are. his knees buckling from your insults and he doesnt know what to say back

he can smell your perfume, your minty breathe, your oh so pretty eyes and lips, and how your eyebrows narrow up at him with disgust and infuriation.

his breath is laboring but you dont stop. “i cant fucking wrap my head around how shitty you are unprovoked. i cant stand be around you either because you act like such a fucking baby. are you a fucking baby eren? do you want me to treat you like one?” you ask head tilted to really get your point across and stare into his green ones. you were so fed up.

you wait on his response but he just keeps staring at you feeling contradicted.

“fucking answer me eren”

he cracks before you can even finish his name

“just fucking-“ his hands raised to both your checks and he slams your face into his. its damn near bruising.

youre so surprised and you pull back with a stumble

you look at him appalled and hes breathing so hard. hes scared of you, terrified of your response. why did he do that? WHY did he do that?

hes sure you’re going to leave after that. you step forward towards him and he feels like hes gonna faint.

you watch his eyes drop down to your glossy lips. you smirk at him and grab him by the jaw. his lips part slightly just sitting in your hand you analyze his whole face, his long pretty lashes his faint freckles, and his pink plump lips that are just a tad but dry. he just so thirsty for you. hes been thirsty for the longest.

you let your hand trail around his jaw to the little hairs on the back neck and his eyes flutter while he takes a deep breathe in, inhaling how good you smell

he instinctively leans closer to you just slightly, so desperate he doesnt even know his muscles could move in their own.

his hands are ghosting your hands, he wants to pull you in so bad but hes scared. so embarrassed.

“is that what is is? you want to be treating like a baby?” you ask him, so softly like always. youre always so soft to him. he nods barley enough to fully admit it.

“but youre so mean you know that eren? you hurt my feelings so bad” you coo so closely to his face he can feel your breath on his lips.

his eyes flutter open to meet yours. your pretty minks blinking so seductively at him. it makes him feel small. “y/n” he whispers and leans in a little, his hands brushing against yours now

“wanna make it up to me?” is the last thing you say before he cant take it anymore and is kissing you with so much egar that you falter again.

he cant help it. he so badly wants to make it up to you. he wants to show you he can do it. he kisses you so needily you can barley keep up. he rest both his hands on the small of your back trying to resist sending his hands lower. you hum into the kiss and his dick twitches in his pants

your hands make way to his biceps and he relishes in how small your hand is compared to him. youre so much softer than he is. he feels like hes gonna die. your lips are so soft and pillowy he doesnt want to stop kissing you. ever. he his whole body is basically climbing on top of you.

your head is craned up to devour all of his kisses. your hand finds his abs and hes so sensitive for you. you let your hand softly trickle around the expand of his abs through his shirt and he cant help but to tense his body. his lips ghosts over yours as you start to feels how built he is.

“you were hiding all this from me when you couldve just asked” you say against his lips. his eyes are closed and hes lost in this thoughts. everything you say has him in a frenzy. he sends a low whine from his parted lips against yours and you back him up to lean him against his bathroom door.

you look at his face from the window light and you didnt realize how pink he is all over. his whole body is blushed.

his tip is sending precum all over his boxers hearing you talk to him. his eyes opened and his back arched up into yours a little when he felt your hand go under his shirt and touch his abs.

he was panting and he couldnt help it. you were scared he was gonna pass out. he was scared he was going to pass out.

he felt your fingertips run from his v-line through his abs up to his very sensative chest. he couldnt help but pull yiu into him more.

he had no space to move. he was wedged between the door and his whole world. you.

you could feel how hard he was through his sweats. his body was so pretty. he was so pretty.

he couldnt get anything out but your name. hes gasping your name and bucking up at the same time.

why does he feel so sensitive with you hes never felt this way with any other girl. and a lot of girls know eren.

but theres always been this lingering attraction to you. and he hated it. or did he? his body couldnt hold it anymore up to about 4 months ago.

your lips found their way to his neck and your hand moves further and further down until your at the drawstring of his sweats. his jaw drops wide at the anticipation.

his head falls back against the door and he cant get anything out.

your tongue is so warm and the way you suck right against the pressure point boiling on his neck has him thinking youre a witch.

you have his body so trained for without ever having knowing it.

you slowly move your hand down his sweats to feel him in his boxers

hes so strained and you can feel how hes excessively leaking into own underwear.

you press your finger to his wet tip and he lets out a heavy moan while pressing himself future into you.

“ffuck… shit, wait, please” he voices breathly.

you experiment a little and you run your hand down a tad bit to rub the nervy spot just underneath his mushroom tip and his back is arching involuntarily

“oh right here hm?” you hum

his brow furrows into pleasure as he nods to your question

your lips raise from his neck to kiss along his jaw line. you pull his jaw down again to join your lips together and he hates how obedient he is to you

“y/n, please” he tried to whisper but it came out strained.

“oh hush” you kissed him again and hes mewling into your mouth

his whole body tensed and he grips you harder, grabbing at your ass and truly struggling to kiss you back now.

“o-oh fuck-.. y/n i need…” he cant finish his thoughts

“what do you need baby?”

baby. you called him baby. in that sweet voice. he feels your other hand grip the small roots of his hair slightly and his eyes roll back.

he cant hold it anymore.

his shaky hands grabs the one down his pants and shoves it to touch the bare skin on his dick. youre shocked upon feeling how much precum he had in his underwear. he moans as you felt him rolling his body into yours trying to catch your lips onto his. he was panting so bad, eyes rolling.

“breathe baby” you said close to his ear

2.5 seconds later he was cumming all over your hand. you kissed his face to bring him down from his high, which that only made his orgasm longer. he opened his eyes and looked at you.

how he looked at you now was way different from how he normally looked at you

there were hearts in his eyes and he was still holding your hand so tight.

an idea popped up into your head and you internally smiled.

you pulled your hand out of his pants and stepped away from eren in whole. his body chased yours and walked forward with you.

“w-where are you going” he said worried

you said nothing but walked over to his laundry and wiped your hand on his shirts from the basket

you gathered your things and eren rushed to your side

“y-y/n….” he said in a trailed off voice. he wanted you to stay. do you know hes sorry for how he acted? where are you going? why are you leaving him? he needs you.

“the test is next month. you need to study that problem without me too so you know how to use that formula.” you said nonchalantly. hes so confused. fuck the formula. you are all he wants. he wants you to teach it to him. youre so smart. smarter than him. youre the only way he’ll understand it. he cant learn it by himself.

“w-well were studying tomorrow again too… right?” eren asks with pleading eyes. he doesn’t understand. he wants you to say yes so bad, he wants to see you again

“uh i dont know eren i have a few guys from the football team that asked me to study with them. maybe after this weekend, k?” you continue putting your things away.

hes staring at you trying to get your eyes to connect with his. he just wants some attention, just wants you too look at him and feel bad for the state hes in. but you never look back at him. why wont you look at him? its frustrating him and he wants to cry

“im gonna leave my part of the notes for this formula here so you can go over it okay?” youre talking like nothing happened. as if you arent breaking his heart right now.

you study with other guys? football guys? guys with an s? how many guys? he feels his heart dropping by the second.

“bye eren” you say with that pretty smile. youre out of his dorm so quickly. so quickly your scent is still lingering around his room. he feels so dizzy. he walks over to your notes on his desk. your pretty, neat handwriting and your cute highlighted math formulas. his head is swimming with you.

he tries to think of what to do now. he cant figure it out, he feels how sticky his underwear feels and embarrassingly sheds out of them.

he changes his underwear and crawls into his bed. he picks his phone up and changes your number to your name. he texts you “let me know when youre free.” you look at it and dont reply. he feels his heart wrench.

hes never saved a girls contact in his phone. he scrolls over to instagram and searches your name. he follows you.

the next day in class eren cant help but to sneak looks at you. even connie notices and asks him whats up.

eren brushes his friend off and tries to look forward at his professor.

he sees you more around campus with so many other guys, you still havent texted him back, acknowledged him, nothing.

when you two are standing near each other he feels so small under your gaze.

its been 3 days and its hurting him to breathe at this point.

until, tuesday night you text him and his heart almost jumps out of his body.

“what are you doing tonight?”

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k4vehrtz · 1 year ago

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Now That We Don't Talk

-> Pairing: eren yeager / gender neutral reader

-> Request: yes / no

-> Word Count: 2K

➷...Summary: you stick to what you know, and what you know is that no one loves you the way eren does.

-> Notes: took a little longer with this one to make sure it's accessible to everyone regardless of their gender ! if i made any mistakes please do let me know ! admittedly not proof read & in lowercase bc i was tipsy when i wrote it and then hung over when i edited it ;-;

➷...Content Warnings: sub/bottom reader. unprotected sex, exes to ?, oral (r giving), mild face fucking/deepthroating, oral fixation is heavily implied, finger sucking, cum swallowing, fingering, use of the nickname 'doll', dacryphilia, dumbification, creampie, implied tummy bulge, light degradation, reader's genitals referred to as: entrance/hole/heat.

you tell yourself that tonight will be different. you’re not hunched over your desk back in your dorm studying. you’re trying new things — like sitting at the makeshift bar in armin’s apartment, nursing a red solo cup of punch as music blares from speakers situated at every corner of the room.

and when someone takes a seat beside you, you indulge in a conversation with them. complaining about how loud the music is turns into sharing trivial facts about your lives. then that transitions into judging everyone’s costumes for halloween.

you didn’t dress up tonight; when you decided to attend armin’s halloween party it was already too late to buy a costume. neither did the stranger whose name you only just realised you never got. so, you both take it upon yourselves to be the judges of everyone else.

which is completely fine until he points out a familiar face. a face you knew you’d run into if you came here. it is his best friend’s house after all. but you make the conscious decision to push that thought to the back of your mind where it belongs. like you’ve been doing with every other thought of him.

before coming here, you had asked yourself: ‘how do i know when i’ve moved on?’ and now you have your answer. you know you’ve moved on when you’re having fun at a party with someone else. and even if you do run into eren, it won’t bother you.

but, the thing is, it does. it does bother you when those green eyes meet yours. when he has that expression on his face that you can’t quite discern. and especially when he turns on his heel, heading towards an empty corridor.

it makes you feel sick to your stomach. which is the only logical reason why you excuse yourself and head in eren’s direction. stopping only when you see him leaning against the door to the bathroom. you’ve been here enough times throughout your relationship with eren to know the layout of the apartment to a t.

and neither of you say anything — falling into a staring competition of some sort. both your gazes heavy with emotion. until eren looks away to open the door to the empty bathroom and you follow him inside. trying new things is fun, but old habits die hard.

eren holds your chin in between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head upwards so that your gaze meets his. “for fuck’s sake,” and he curses, more so to himself than to you, his voice coming out somewhat strained as he speaks, “we’re not playing this game tonight.”

and you swallow hard, leaning in closer against your better judgment, your lips mere centimetres apart. “it’s not like it means anything, right? we broke up, eren.” you counter in a last-ditch effort to save face. this is all your fault, really, you came onto him first, after all, but you’d never admit that.

“that’s where you’re wrong,” he scoffs, brushing his lips against yours, and you do nothing to resist, “it means everything, and you can call it a mistake in—” instead, you take the opportunity to initiate the kiss. sliding your tongue into his mouth with ease. and as soon as the initial shock wears off eren takes control, tangling his fingers in your hair as he deepens the kiss. it’s wet and rough at first, then gentle and slow, and you feel warmth erupt in your chest.

he has to pull away eventually though and you whimper at the loss of his lips against yours. for a moment it felt as though neither of you needed air, only each other.

“you know what? i don’t care if you think what’s about to happen is a mistake,” he grunts, his voice husky as he lifts you to straddle him. the pads of his fingers warm against your skin as he holds you in place.

you glance at him through half-lidded eyes, your mind in circles, as you ask quietly, “what…what’s about to happen?” it’s a rhetorical question, obviously, but you need to hear him say it.

eren doesn’t give you the answer you expect though. the corners of his lips quirk upwards into a lopsided smirk and he tsks. “one kiss isn’t going to make up for everything that you’ve done tonight,” narrowing his eyes at you, but there’s no malice behind the action. “...and if i recall correctly,” he says as he taps your cheek, “you like to use this little mouth of yours so why not put it to good use instead of bitching at me?”

it’s humiliating, really, how it takes everything in you to stifle a moan instead of some sort of witty comeback. only an hour or two has passed since you two first ran into each other and he’s got you wrapped around his finger all over again.

you can feel the imprint of his erection beneath you. throbbing against the constraints of his sweatpants. and your legs almost feel like jelly — the thought alone of having your mouth around him like that has you throbbing with need.

so, when he nudges your cheek again you scramble to your knees, positioning yourself in between his legs. curling your fingers around the waistband of his sweats and boxers before full-on pulling it down. his cock immediately springing upwards, hitting your face, and smearing pre-cum on your lips.

“if you’re not interested i can...” he teases, purposefully trailing off so that you interject: “no! i... i, i’m interested,” and he nods, clicking his tongue and mouthing what you assume is ‘get to it then’.

you hesitate for another minute or so, he’s just so big you don’t know how you ever managed to make it fit! before slowly wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. it’s hot and heavy on your tongue as more pre-cum leaks out of the slit. and after another brief pause to adjust you begin to swirl your tongue around the angry tip as you slowly take more of his length into your warm mouth.

eren doesn’t rush you — he understands that it’s a challenge for you. but if he said that was his only reason he’d be lying. something about the way your lips are stretched around his cock, drool dripping from either side of your mouth, awakens something in him. it makes his stomach twist, makes his cock throb in your mouth some more, and persuades him to bring his hand to the back of your neck, pushing you down further on his cock.

by no means is it rough but you’re still caught off guard. your yelp muffled by his cock. and he smiles down at you, grunting as he controls your movements. the sound of your muffled moans together with his grunts echoes throughout the otherwise empty bathroom.

it’s not long before his cock is hitting the back of your throat with precision each time he thrusts his hips. green eyes fixated on you as you gag around his length, “take me so well, doll, you were made for this, not for runnin’ your mouth,” taking in the way your eyes brim with tears.

he doesn’t stop though, not until he’s cumming down your throat, and only then does he pull out with a pop, his cock slick with your saliva. you could’ve stopped him at any given time but you didn’t — you even swallowed every last drip of his cum.

eren leans down to wipe the few tears you’ve managed to shed, murmuring as he does so, “if i didn’t know any better i would’ve fallen for your little act. all you need is some cock to shut you up, right doll?” and he uses his fingers to make you shake your head ‘yes’. “but not just any cock, you need my cock.”

you don’t say anything, simply halfway glaring at him but he smiles because he knows he’s right. all you could think of is him and his stupid face and his stupidly big cock and how dumb you were to break up with him. but then again, you don’t even remember why you two broke up in the first place.

you’re dragged out of your train of thought, however, when he lifts you back onto his lap. holding you in the air just long enough to pull down your bottoms so that your bare crotch is flush against his slick cock.

he presses a kiss to your forehead, using one hand to hold you steady on his lap, while the other is dragged along your entrance. and you feel yourself shudder every time one of his fingers ghosts your hole — but that’s always as far as it goes. so, so close yet so fucking far.

“please,” you plead, and you almost don’t recognize the sound of your own voice. you sound so whiny, so desperate. eren moves his hand away, bringing it up to your face to cup your tear-stained cheek, “you’ve gotta use your words, love, how am i supposed to know what you want when all you say is ‘please’?”

you feel like you’re going to lose your mind but you give in to him; you always do. “please,” you repeat yourself, sounding a little breathier this time, “please put your cock in me, i need it.” fighting the heat that’s creeping up your throat all the way to the tips of your ears.

eren pulls his hand back to his chin as if contemplating your request in the most obnoxious way possible. he stays like that for a moment before leaning toward you once more, pressing his finger against your lip. “say ‘ah’ for me,” he hums, and you do exactly as you’re told albeit somewhat unwillingly.

he flashes you a smile, sliding his finger into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue lightly. “now get it all wet for, you can do that for me, right?” you nod eagerly, desperate to please him as you begin swirling your tongue around the salty digit.

soon one finger turns into two, then two into three, and then three into four. you’re so passionate about what you’re doing that it almost hurt eren to pull his fingers out of your mouth. but your dissatisfied whimpers quickly morph into a mix of gasps and breathy moans as he sinks his fingers into your throbbing heat one by one.

eren’s usually more patient than this but as your desperation for him grows so too does his desperation for you. you barely have time to adjust before his fingers curl inside of you. thick digits working you open while the promise of his throbbing cock is just beneath you.

you’re so close to getting what you want. you feel your heartbeat in between your legs. and when he finally retracts his fingers, you let out a low moan. this is what you've been waiting for.

he slides his hands up to your hips, lifting you to align the head of his cock with your entrance before slowly pushing in. he looks in awe as you sink onto his cock. the more of him you take, the more unfocused your eyes become.

“that’s it,” he moans as he ruts into you, thoroughly enjoying the way your hands scramble to hold onto his broad shoulders and how the fat of your thighs ripple and jiggle with each thrust. “you were so mean earlier, but look at you now. you forget all your words when my cock is in this tight hole or down your throat?”

you open your mouth to protest because that’s not true! but only a string of moans and little uh-uh-uhs escapes your kiss-swollen lips. you can’t even get a word out as he continues to piston his hips.

“i know, i know,” he whispers into the crook of your neck, bringing one of his hands down to your stomach. “you want to feel me all the way here, right?” and you shudder at the thought, the implication making you squirm. making you clench harder around his throbbing cock. he takes that as a yes it seems as he continues, “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you,”

and he does just that in his own way. continuing to rut into you until you’re sobbing at just how deep he is. you hadn’t even realized when you came the first time, your arousal splattered all over his thighs. but what you do know is that it isn’t long until you’re both cumming together.

#eren x reader #eren smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x you #aot x reader #x male reader smut #x gn reader #eren aot #eren yeager x you #eren yeager x reader

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darkestescapes · 2 years ago

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Sweet Temptation

Synopsis: Your Step-brother! Eren can't seem to get enough of you.

Pairing: Yan! Step-brother! Eren Jaeger x Fem bodied! Reader. (All characters are 21+).

Warnings: STEPCEST!!!! Eren is obsessed with you 🥺. Non-con. Dub-con. Oral (F receiving). Fingering. Penetrative sex. Unprotected sex. Daddy kink. Voyeurism (hehe you'll see). PWP. MDNI. Don't read if you're uncomfortable.

Before dinner was served, you decided to hop into the shower for a quick bath after returning from the gym. The way your gym clothes hugged your figure made Eren lose his mind. Your breasts perfectly outlined and so tempting all he wants to do is to suck on your nipples and make you cum. Your tight pants showcasing your ass and how your gymming is paying off.

Of course he shouldn't think like this about you, you're supposed to be family, but to be really honest, Eren never considered you as that type of family, not even once. So can you really blame him if he gets hard seeing your cute little ass peek out from below your shirt when you try and grab the cookie jar to soothe your midnight snack cravings. Can you actually blame him for almost cumming in his pants when you take the first bite of the chocolatey delicacy and close your eyes, your face contorting in pleasure and almost moan out loud at how good it tastes?

Can you really blame him for breaking the lock of your bedroom door from outside just so he can hear your soft moans when you try to masturbate using your cute little fingers while he touches his cock, imagining how cute you'd look sucking him off?

So naturally, when you excused yourself before dinner, he knew this was his chance to take you. Slipping away from the gathering in the living room, Eren made his way to your room, slowly entering and closing the door, making sure to latch it shut. He only broke your lock for a reason ;)

He sighed when he heard you still showering but not a moment later the water shut off. Knowing you, you have your music on while you shower and that music doesn't stop till you're ready to leave your room. And boy is he glad that when you come out, wrapped in just your towel, he can easily push you against the wall and cover your mouth with his big hand to prevent you from shouting in fear. Shhh.... He motions with his fingers, mouth stretched in a smirk, your eyes wide with fear.

Tearing his hand away, your chest heaving from breathing heavily, " Eren what the actual hell?", You ask.

"You are so beautiful.", He says shamelessly checking you out with his dark eyes. Wetting his lower lip he suddenly leans forward towards your neck, sniffs your scent and starts to become hard as the familiar feeling of wanting you takes over his brain.

Holding your wrists in place he pulls away chuckling, amused to see your scared expression, like you aren't his little temptress who keeps making him hard by merely existing.

" You smell nice. Why are you so scared? I'm only Eren. Your Eren." He says tucking your hair behind your ear. Gripping your towel, he tears it off your body in one go, leaving you fully exposed to him.

When you try to gasp his hand wraps around your mouth again. Your free hand tries to pry his strong hand away from your mouth but it's of no use. "Shh... I know you want to scream and fuck..., even I want to hear you scream for me really really bad, but I don't think we can afford that right now, can we? You're a smart little girl aren't you? Hmm"

Nodding in agreement, you take a breath of relief when his hand falls. You gasp softly when his lips kiss the top of your left boob. His tongue comes out to lick your nipple that is already protruding from coming in contact with the cooler air in the room. Engulfing your nipple in his mouth he begins to suck on it to his liking, his other hand coming to play with your right boob. You wrap your hands around his neck to push him away, but him being a lot bigger and stronger than you literally makes you weak.

Detaching from your nipple, his kisses proceed to go down your stomach, your hips, and finally they reach the treasure he's been longing for for so long. He stands up before doing anything more, smiling as he looks down at you. Taking your hand sweetly, he pulls you toward the bed and nudges you to lay down. Knowing Eren, not listening to him never ended well. Hesitantly, you sit down at the edge of the bed, legs pressed together to stop your embarrassment a little. Kneeling down near your legs Eren clicks his tongue in disapproval and taps your knees and pushes them apart. Turning your face away from his, you oblige.

He is in awe when he sees the sight in front of him. You're wet from just a few kisses, did you want him just as much as he wanted you too?

"So pretty for me" he says, his right thumb coming to play with your folds and to find your clit. When he flicks your clit your body jolts and a surprised gasp leaves your mouth. Temptation gets the better of him and he leans forward with his tongue stretched. He drags his tongue from your clit to your entrance, effectively pushing you onto your back in the process and he keeps eating you till your hands come to pull at his hair. Rubbing his face into your pussy he starts to get drunk in this experience of finally having you to himself.

"You're so small baby, I gotta stretch you out for me." Before you can process his words, he inserts his middle and ring fingers inside you at once. Moaning out loud you involuntarily rock your hips into his hand. You can't help but want more, why is he so good at this, you wonder taking and twisting your nipples in your fingers. Eren continues to fuck his fingers into you, eventually adding a third finger and also rubbing your clit. The juices gushing out of your pussy are being collected in his palm.

"Eren...." You warn him, moaning his name, saying that you're close, but of course he knows that, having watched you cum undone so many times. He captures a mental picture of you like his, at the mercy of his fingers, crying for him to make you cum. You bite your lip and arch your back when you finally cum, pushing through the high and trying to close your legs with Eren in between them.

Quickly he undresses himself. Using his cum stained hand, he pumps his cock, lubricating it with your juices. Hovering on top of you, he bends down to capture your lips in a kiss. The sweet sensation of your lips on his is something he knows he can never get used to. Placing his left knee on the mattress, he slowly penetrates into your entrance, swallowing your moans and cries from the stretch in the kiss.

Eren pulls away and groans loudly, feeling your walls around his full cock. God he knew you are perfect, but he didn't expect you to be perfect like this too. Eren is like a drug, you always want more of him. Making grabby hands at him you beckon him to come closer to you. He smiles as he leans down till your chests are touching. "Aren't you just perfect?" He whispers, more to himself.

He starts to move his hips, his cock fucking into you so good you can almost feel him in your stomach. With a dazed look you look into Eren's eyes, begging for him to go faster. Smirking, he obliges and starts to fuck you faster, the sounds of his thighs slapping yours being masked by the music from your phone. You wrap your hands around his shoulders, pulling yourself up to his chest, back arching every time the head of his cock grazes your spot.

" Fuck Eren... Harder... Fuck me harder... Daddy please!" You whine out to him. Somehow his eyes become darker with lust and with every thrust you feel your high approaching. This is the first time you'll be cumming twice in the same session.

" Yes FUCK.. Fuck me... Fuck me... God yess... Daddy... Daddyyyy" you moan loudly finally cumming for the second time, squeezing his cock and also his body as tightly as you could.

"Fuck...." Eren moans pulling his cock out and painting your stomach and chest with his cum. With both your chests rising heavily, you hear a knock on your door.

" Dinner's ready Y/N..... And Eren." Zeke says from outside the door.

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Zeke's POV (Skip if uncomfortable)

Sighing after being disturbed by his mother, Zeke stopped his reading and unwillingly climbed up the stairs to call you down for dinner.

Before he could knock he heard you moan so loud he had to look around to make sure no one was there.

Leaning his ear onto the door, "Daddy please!" Gasping in shock he pulls away from the door.

This is wrong, he shouldn't be affected by you like this. Yet here he is, his cock getting hard after hearing you moan. Checking the surroundings once again, he palms himself and starts listening again. His shock increased when he heard his brother's moans as well coming from your room.

" Fuck" he groans. He should've been the first to take you. But at least he has something to masturbate to tonight. Once he isn't able to hear any more moans from your room, he calls you both for dinner. Of course that is what he originally came to do.

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levisforgottentea · 11 months ago

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Switch Eren who is an absolute simp for reader, being super loud when he’s fucking into her

Who would even write about ere-

I LOVE YOU ANON😍😍‼️

Switch!! Eren who is an absolute fucking simp for reader, absolutely whipped. I cannot stress this enough. Absolutely WHIPPED. Like u see that speech about mikasa in the last rp? he is one obsessed babe. He would go absolutely feral just thinking about you. I just know he was biting the bars of his enclosure so hard😍

Switch!! Eren who tries subtly hinting to you that he’s whipped for u. Even Levi is invested at this point. I just know he’s the type to almost pull out his hair when you walk away, biting his fist from screaming and everything. (Might accidentally transform once or twice when he just got the powers)

Switch!! Eren who at the same time as he’s whipped, just wants to keep you so safe. Someone spoke badly about u? Man’s FIGHTING and he’s got them on the floor or something like ‘say it again. Fucking say it again’

Now onto season four Eren😍

Switch!! Eren who pulls you aside when you have important shit to do just to kiss you, feel you up before you leave him so fucking hot and bothered. He’s running laps. Might even kick his legs and giggle and twirl his long hair while talking to armin. (“Didn’t think you’d say something THAT pathetic”)

Switch!! Eren who finally manages to get a hold of you while you’re doing some rapports with Hanji and he just rips you from your work as he pulls you almost by the hair to his room. Throws you inside and absolutely munches. This man is such a munch I know it. Like I’m talking he has that pussy DRIPPING down his chin and he doesn’t care and just fucking leaves. If he had a beard it would be red like ginger. Omfg cannot get enough of it

Switch!! Eren who is finally done eating you out and you jump at the opportunity to get on top of him(lol if you have the strength after all that) and wrap a hand around his throat as you feel that grumble of his moans get caught. Man might even whimper as you choke him.

Switch!! Eren who is so easily fucked dumb as you ride him. He’s just nodding and agreeing to everything you say. He’s whipped. Then you switch positions and man has this pace like LAWD. And he’s loud, so loud. Not just the bed slamming but the whimpering. Man after all that he’s probably gonna be moved to that basement like in season 1 of the new hq. Captain Levi couldn’t look him in the eye for a few weeks after that.

Switch!! Eren who finally comes back to his thoughts and he smirk, biting his lip and slaps your ass so hard, yapping about how you’re all his when in reality you have him wrapped around your fingers.

Switch!! Eren who cums inside you, when he’s done you’re gonna pull your doe eyes “more please” and man is GONE. Rutting against you like an inexperienced virgin.

But when all comes crashing down he’s a good lover afterwards. Definitely clean you both up and help you to the bathroom.

“Stop watching me pee, Eren”

“You’re so pretty with those hickeys, and that bed head. You’re so gorgeous I’m gonna implode- you-“

“Shhh you’re so loud”

Then there’s a harsh slam against the bathroom door and a stern shut-the-fuck-up-it’s-4am from Levi

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AN: Bros the definition of 😍 love eren though. Thanks for putting the thought in my head👩‍🍳 ALSO MY FIRST ASK IN SO LONGGGGGG THANKS ANON😍

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fvckme-sir · 2 years ago

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𝓂𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁

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cw; may appear dubcon, but still consentual, talks about 3somes, unprotected sex, sex toys, daddy kink, crying, and bunny as a pet name

the heavy doors slams behind you before you fall back against it, letting out a low huff from you draining day at work, feeling your emotional battery drip out completely when you hear the crinkling noises of plastic bags being crushed over before a new one being pulled open. thank god. you kick off the dress shoes and haphazardly throw your bag next to the door before groaning and meeting your boyfriend in the kitchen. he’s unloading plastic bags from the grocery store, he must’ve gone shopping while you were at work.

“tireddd.” you groan out to eren before leaning over the counter and resting your face against the cool marble, sighing softly before you open one eye and make eye contact with the man as he stores the rest of the fruits of his labor into the fridge.

“i know baby, i know, just give me a sec yeah? then we’ll relax on tha couch, mkay?” he says, reaching one hand to gently massage the small of your back briefly before he stores the plastic bags below the counter and fixes the small bun his hair is pulled up into before gently placing his hands on your waist. he stands you up and walks you to the couch, steering you clear of all the furniture in the open floor layout of your home before sitting down on the couch first.

a�� strong hand grabs you and pulls you down to position you with your head in his lap, the cotton of his adidas sweatpants smooth against your cheek. “blanket or nah?” he asks, one arm on your shoulder and rubbing gentle circles into your sore body.

“nuh uh.” you say and he lets out a low chuckle. he gently holds out the remote to you to let you choose the movie but you shake your head with a yawn. “i feel ya honey, i gotchu.” he says, before selecting tangled from the assortment of your movies. the movie loads up when you tap his thigh. “one sec, bathroom.” you say as you carefully get up and lean down to grab the brunette’s jaw and pull him into a gentle kiss, smiling softly while you walk back the way you came, going to the bathroom behind the kitchen when you notice one last plastic bag on the counter with a bit of pink to be seen through the translucent material.

you step over the cool hardwood, intending to just put it away when you’re surprised of the contents in the bag. a small, silver buttplug with a smull fuzzy faux bunny tail attached to it stored in a small plastic wrapping. you carefully open it, glancing over the counter and see the back of eren’s head tilted down, presumably scrolling through his phone idly bere opening it.

stepping out of line of sight of the living room, you roll the cool metal in your warm hands before curiosity takes over. you shimmy your slacks down, boxers following before you lean over the counter and spread your ass with one hand. you and eren have never discussed any toys, so the sensation was something you couldn’t stop thinking about. after a moment, you finally start to slip the toy inside you, the burn of the gradual increasing thickness of the toy causes you to whine into the counter, and seconds later the burn is gone, replaced by the thinner end of the toy.

your hands reach back to gently feel the fuzzy tail, massaging it gently just to feel it before you’re interrupted by the sound of a throat being cleared. you jolt up, hands knocking the packaging to the ground between you and eren, the universe deciding to incirimate you beyond further repair. “eren… thought you were-”

“you were taking a minute so i wanted ta check on you then i heard a weird noise but i guess i know where it came from.” he trails off, eyes trailing down the curve of your spine to the small cotton tail and he lets out a small groan. “guess you found your gift.”

“...gift?” you whimper out, feeling tears start to well in your wide eyes. your boyfriend had gone out of his way to get you a small surprise to try and expand your horizons in a way you’d like, and you just had to spoil it. you sniffle a bit, letting your face fall down against the cool counter as you feel the tears start to roll. “‘m sorry rennie.” you sniffle out, completely unsure what to do while you cry.

“nah nah baby, ‘s ok, was gonna give it tomorrow, one day aint gonna kill us.” he says, stepping forward to trail his hand up and down your back, hushing you quietly. his hands seem to have a mind of their own though, seeing as they travel past the small of your back to your ass, grabbing the tail on the toy and giving it a little tug.

you sobs are choked off by you letting out a yelp and shooting back up to stand, face heating up as you stare straight ahead at the chest of your boyfriend. “t-that wasn’t-”

“ahh, so yer fakin it hm? didn’t sound super upset, moanin n shit” he says, thumb idly prodding gently at the tail still while you were still unable to meet the eyes of your lover. you shake your head quickly, opening your mouth to protest before its choked off by yet another gasp, one your hands grasping onto the tile that has had many a love filled, home cooked meal rest on it. he lets out a low groan before stepping forward to press your bodies together so you can feel his hard on through his sweats against your own.

you shudder as eren grinds his crotch against your own, the fabric creating a strange friction between the two of you. the man leans forward, bending himself down to suck on your neck, other hand tangling in your hair to lean your head away to give himself more of a canvas to paint his hickies onto.

“j-jesus- rennie,” you start, feeling your knees go weak from the strong sensations on your neck but his hand held firm around your waist, forcing you to stand straight up and endure the assault on your throat.

“g-god…please ren” you stutter out, your own hips rutting against his, but you just couldn’t stop, not even if you wantrd to… but jesus fucking christ, why would you ever want to?

moments pass as your pleasing goes right to his cock, making him throb before he just cant take it anymore, his self restraint just shattered away. he leans you over the counter again, pressing gentle kisses to your cheek, the back of your neck and anywhere he can reach, whispering sweet nothings to you as he’s tugging the waistband of his pants down. he frees his cock, tip red and already leaking precum which he swipes away with his thumb before he slides it between your soft lips, often adorned with cherry chapstick which your lover kept supplied for you. you suck obediently on his thumb as he taps the head of his dick against the tail.

it takes a few moments for you to come out of your haze before you realize his intention. see, and this was a common fact between the two of you, that nothing made you happier than having something in your mouth, and that was almost what made you fail to realize that your boyfriend wanted to fuck you with something else besides his dick. “m-mmf!” you whimper out, letting out a low whine before he removes his thumb from your mouth. “a-at least use something a little safer…” you whisper out bashfully before eren’s face breaks into a smile.

“aww, mr cottontail needs more? aight, i gotchu sweetheart.” he says in a mocking tone before tugging his pants back up and smacking directly against the plug and making it fuck up into your hole, eliciting a gasp. after a moment, you hear him tuck his dick away and walk away with a sweet chuckle. a minute or so passed with you still in the same position, legs spread and leaning over the counter before you hear a satisfied hum behind you.

“ooh, see thats a sight i fuckin love to see.” he says, before droppin the toy on the counter next to you and you look at what he had haphazardly dropped next to your crossed arms; a dildo that was on the bigger end of the toys you owned. as much as the idea frightened you, the curiosity that got you into this situation triumphed.

he smirks at you before kneeling and smacking your ass, letting out a satisfied grunt at the jump the sudden impact causes upon you. moments pass before he reaches forward and wraps his fingers around the toy and fucks it into three times before tugging it sharply out of you. you reactively clench around nothing before relaxing a bit, chest heaving as the man staring at your hole lets out a chuckle. your hole winks at him, clenching around nothing before he rests his arm across your asscheeks before leaning in and giving your hole a sloppy, open mouthed kiss.

“rennie!” you gasp out, quickly looking back at the pair of green eyes meeting yours over the curve of your ass. the sight alone makes you clench around the tip of his tongue, watching his eyes as he kissed your hole the same way he’d kiss you; nothing but sheer dominance and utter need.

after another minute or so of pure filthy kissing against your ass and you squirming, pushing back against his mouth before he pulls off with a pop, spitting for good measure before he stands back up behind you, rock hard dick visible as his thumb swipes some of his own drool from his lower lip before aimlessly wiping it over his sweats. “see, this is what nosy lil bunny boys get, they get bred and made squirm and cry since they wanna fuck around n find out.” he grunts out before he grabs the base of his dick and giving it a rough shake for emphasis. he tugs down his pants after a moment, chuckling at the way your ass pushed back a little, searching for contact before eren’s hand rests on the top of your back and applying a bit of pressure before grunting out a “hold still, bunny boy.”

his deep voice reverberated into your bones, feeling it in your core as you do what he says before you hear his pants be tugged down again and you feel the fat head of his dick tap against your hole. once, twice before it starts, the initial, first push into your insides, feeling the slow burn as your let out a whimper, holding tight onto the counter before every inch was inside. once you feel his dick fully push into you, you let out a loud, sinful moan of relief before its cut off by the fat head of the dildo pushing against your lips.

“cmon my lil bunny, suck on this cock for papa, yeah? suck it for daddy? what if daddy wants to show off how good you are to his friends, like you remember jean right? i’m sure you wanna show off for him, so practice right now.” eren says mockingly, slowly pushing the toy down your throat, careful whenever you choke and sputter, drool dripping past your shiny lips onto the well loved marble below you. a split second after the silicone balls rest against your lips, his real cock drags out of your ass before starting a gradual pace, speeding up.

every time eren’s balls slapped against your ass, he tugs the sillicone cock out of your mouth before fucking it back down your throat and then his own cock pumping into your insides. you writhe under his touch, ass clenching around his dick as he pumps in and out of your guts, whimpering each and every thrust you received from behind, moaning and sputtering around the toy.

“cmon bunny boy? what if armin wants to join or something, or even mikasa? you gotta get you work in babyyyyy.” he says in a teasing sing song voice, making you clench around his cock even more like a vice before eren lets out a low his, obviously a result from your bodies natural reaction to his girthy cock pummeling your insides. your hear his own grunts above you, right against your ear as your body bounces forward, ass jiggling from his pelvis hitting your asscheeks, as you sob and squirm while you try your best to relax your throat.

after a few more minutes of his brutal assault on your insides you feel it, the tight coil tightening in your stomach and threatening to bring you release, making you see stars and sob out against the toy louder. “fuuuuuck… i feel that baby, y’gonna cum? wanna cum thinkin about daddy and his friends spit roastin this pretty ass and sweet lil mouth? wanna suck daddy’s friends off while he pounds ya, or would you rather suck daddy’s fat dick with his friends hittin ya from the back?”

that was it, the damn had broken and you let out a sob, whimpering and sputtering around the toy as you cum, it shooting from your cock and painting the pretty wood cabinets and dripping down. moments after, he slows down the toy in your throat but the sensitivity causing your hole to clench, making the man above let out grunts and thrust, once, twice, and a third time before he groans, shooting a huge load into your insides. you feel the white paint everywhere, your stomach filling with the unnatural yet comforting worth as your lover leans down, muscular chest against your back and he pants, catching his breath while pressing breathless kisses to your cheeks and temple while the toy was pulled out of your mouth.

you let out an exhausted groan as eren lets out a breathless chuckle, sweetly kissing the nape of your neck as you sleepily yet happily hum as he carefully pulls out of you with a hiss, your hole yet again clenching around nothing as he chuckles. “i know youre sleepy, but we gotta get cleaned up. what do you say we get in a bath then order some takeout? i’ll hold you if you wanna sleep in there. anythin you want, anythin you need, you name it my little bunny boy, anythin for you.”

#aot #snk #eren jaeger #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger x male reader #eren yaeger smut #eren yaeger x male reader #attack on titan #attack on titan smut

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prettynice8 · 11 months ago

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Kinkmas Day 2: Thigh Riding

Eren Jaeger x Male reader

This guy

Warnings?: thigh riding, kissing, again no sexy times, maybe ooc Eren but this is fan fic so calm down, you two are already boyfriends, Y/N is used along with love, dirty talk, after care yay

Word count: 939

It was just a normal day for you. Wake up, go back to bed for an hour or so, skip breakfast because you slept in and who has time for that, existential dread taking over because you don't remember if you had a dog that died or if it was all a dream, just girly things.

You had just gotten back from a pretty rough fight; you sustained no lasting injuries, but you obviously still had hard feelings about it. All you wanted to do was just stay home and sleep for hours on end but no, because someone had to ruin everything.

You were on the brink of sleep, your eyes feeling heavy, and your body was melting into the mattress, sleep nearly overtaking you. Until the fucking asshole you call a boyfriend loudly stomps into the house with his big ass boots and slams the door behind him.

You love Eren, you know you do, but my god if he doesn't learn how to walk into houses rightfully and respectfully you will kill him.

"Y/N, I'm home." He fucking screamed, his booming voice filling the entire house with noise. You can hear every single one of his heavy stomps as his large body busts through the house. The steps get louder and louder as he comes closer and closer to your room.

You're seconds from getting up passive aggressively telling him to leave before you have a bf at him before he comes into the room with that damn adorable smile on his face he has whenever he comes home to you.

Immediately when he notices your presence he climbs right under the covers with you, his arm wrapping around your waist in a loving grip. Even though he ruined your attempt into deep slumber you can't help but turn around so that your face is in his chest, grumbling while doing so.

"Something wrong dear?" He said in a much more calming voice than his scream before.

"You ruined my nappy time you fucking dick." You state the frustration in your voice very much so obvious.

"I'm sorry love." He apologized. You look up at him.

"You better be." You said.

"I am, I swear." He said, then the gears in his head start to turn as you see a very mischievous smirk on his face, "And I have the perfect way to prove it." You give him a questioning glance until your face is filled with sheer surprise as he lifts you up and onto his lap.

"I swear to fucking god Eren just let me go to sleep, I'm not fucking you right now." You declare a scowl on your face.

"I don't want you to fuck me, just going to make you feel good. You can go to bed right after I swear." he assures.

You silence yourself, just wanting this to be over so you can go back to blissful slumber. Your apathy quickly shifts, just like Eren right now as he's shifting your crotch on his thigh.

This sudden sexual act catches you completely off guard. When you try to make a noise of rebellion, connect his lips with yours. starting off as a stream of quick pecks they start to become longer and more sensual. He begins to stick his tongue into your, not even needing to fight for dominance with your own because you automatically give in, increasing the tightness in your pants even more.

The kiss on your lips then goes to your jaw, then to your neck where he stays, leaving mini love bites and sweet kisses all around. All the while still keeping up with hands on your hips moving back and forth on his thigh.

The chafing which you think would be awfully uncomfortable feels incredible as the thought of sleep completely disappears from your mind. The only thoughts now being of Eren's sweet lips on your neck and the thigh feeling your now completely hard dick.

Moans start pouring out of your mouth like music to Eren's ears as he increases the speed of which he's moving you, the musical-like noise getting even louder.

"Do you like that kind of love." Eren said, it's not even a question as he can hear your beautiful moans and feel your rock-hard member pressing into his thigh. He's enjoying this almost as much as you are.

"Jesus fucking Christ I could cum just from hearing you." He praised, the praise going totally over your head from the extreme joy you're feeling right now.

Your climax is so close that you can almost taste it as he continues his barrage of kisses on your neck and somehow picks up the tempo of his movements even more.

"l-I'm close," you said breathlessly. Hearing this Eren gives you a deep kiss, his tongue dominating yours as it moves all throughout your mouth, nearly making you come cum right then and there.

All you need is one more final slow and hard push before you're puddy in his hands. Climax finally hits you as Eren passionately kisses you through it. He pulls away so you can catch your breath. You gasp for air, head laying in his chest and his arm wrapped around you.

Only Eren Jaeger could make you cum with just his thigh. Once you've finished your orgasm Eren takes off your sticky cum covered clothes for you and puts on your pajamas.

Once you're all cleaned up Eren crawls into bed with you. Your over encompassing tiredness is finally taking over. Eren just looks at you peacefully before going resting himself with you wrapped in his arms.

THE END

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philliamwrites · 2 years ago

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Um do you do requests because If it alright can some one make genderbend story with fem eren and male reader and like fem eren is a bully and the male reader put fem eren in her place. Based on Eren pov if hard for you write for male.

A/N: Ooohhh this is so exciting, the first real request ehehehehe, thank you, nonny!

Since there wasn’t a specific mention if this should be nsfw or not, I kept it sfw-ish (except the end lol) I hope it’s fine! (and there’s always the option to commission me for very specific things, just DM me). I took some liberty and changed the dynamic that you’d usually read (bully! Eren / nerd! Reader) and made them both over-competitive jocks, only Eren is mean about it.

Warnings: fem! Eren / male! Reader; unresolved sexual tension, swearing, sport-typical violence; Reader is also taller than Eren; 18+ Minors DNI; not proofread; implied male receiving oral sex by fem.

You have it in the bag. Five steps away from the goal, a clear shot before you, nobody in your way. The stick feels good in your hands, its familiar weight an extension of your own limbs, a weapon to clear a path towards the goal.

Jean screams from behind the restraining line to take the shot—“Take the fucking shot, you dumbass, what are you waiting for?!”—but you feel Coach Levi’s inscrutable look from the side line like a physical touch around your throat; Patience with capital P has never been your strong suit, and you don’t want to spend another thirty minutes after practice getting chewed up by Levi; or worse, signed up to run a marathon.

Connie’s waiting behind the goal line, his eyes rivetted on you, goalie stick raised in anticipation. He knows your moves, you’ve both started playing at the same time, three years ago after making the drunk decision to give it a try and having fallen in love with the sport ever since. He’ll expect a feint. He knows you’re good at those, and you know nothing pisses him off more than falling for that dirty little trick. Which is exactly the reason you’ll do a behind-the-back-shot.

Or you’d like to, were it not for a lightning-quick body slamming into yours like a wrecking ball, throwing you to the ground. Multiple things happen at once. You feel a stick snatching the ball out of your pocket; you hear Jean’s swears as he roars for the defence to fall back behind the restraining line; you see Eren’s lithe, muscular form as she steals the ball from you and throws a long pass forward to Sasha, bringing the ball across half the field and away from the attack zone.

She turns around briefly, and through the metal bars of her face mask you see her striking green eyes flashing wish mischief as she looks down on you. When you try to get up, the head of her stick pushes into your chest painfully, keeping you on the ground.

“Don’t bother,” she says, and just hearing her voice, the snarl in it, makes you want to kick her legs from under her. “You’ll do your team a favour by staying out of the game.”

Before you can reply, she’s already rocketing off, down the field to your defence zone, and you’re not proud of the fact how your eyes immediately fix on her long legs in that short, white skirt that’s riding up her ass as she runs.

A gloved hand hooks around your elbow and pulls you up to your feet. Marco gives you a pat on the back, dusting dirt off you. “Don’t let her get to you,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice behind the mask. “She’s unstoppable when she’s having a good day. Let’s hope Mikasa’ll shut down some shots. Oh, and don’t take Jean’s complains too much to heart.”

You watch them squabble at the other side of the field, feeling your heart drop to your stomach. You don’t give a shit about Jean. Levi’s disappoint, however, is palpable from the side line. It’s like someone just shot his dog.

“Exercise patience,” he always says. “But if you see Jaeger coming at you, you take that fucking shot as if your life depends on it, got it?”

The locker room is empty when you finish showering and pack up. You should get a fucking medal for the self-restrain you’ve practiced not drowning Jean under the showers after he gave you so much shit because “If you’d put your little girlfriend on a leash, we wouldn’t have that fucking problem. Every. Single. Time.”

Girlfriend. As if anyone can put a leash on Eren, especially when her brain is hardwired to stop at nothing to accomplish her goal. Start a fight with someone from an opposing team for giving her a weird look? Eren prefers not wearing gloves simply for the fact that she loves having her knuckles skinned bloody. Get Floche to do her assignments for International Politics? He’s eating out of her palm like a dog, easily submitting herself to Eren laughing at him whenever he’s asking her out for a real date. Knock you down on your ass? Her favourite pastime.

Just the thought of her, of her wide, forest-green eyes, garlanded by pretty, thick lashes the colour of ink against her sun-kissed skin, hits you with the force of a train. Fury: white-hot, boiling, venomous. You want to do something that shuts her up, makes her swallow her mean words—Christ, if you could make her cry, make her feel small and insignificant; make her look up at you and really see you, her round, soft cheeks flushed crimson, her full, red lips slightly opened as you drag your thumb over her bottom lip, your other hand secured around her throat—

Your hand would fit around her neck so perfectly—

“You done wanking one in the showers?”

You make a disapproving noise at the back of your throat. Just like the devil she is, Eren has been waiting for you outside the gym, balancing her stick in the palm of her hand. She’s changed her field gear for a simple vermillion hoodie and black shorts. You can’t get the image of her wearing that tight, white skirt out of your head, so you do what any respectable man should do and ignore her.

Eren doesn’t like that one bit.

See, when she goes at something, she goes swinging—literally. Metal slams into your gut hard enough to crush your lungs into your spine. The only reason you don’t crumble to your knees is because you’re used to shit like this on the field.

Eren laughs. “What’s the matter, big guy? Cat got your tongue?”

“I don’t have time—” You suck in a deep breath; the air won’t fit down your throat. “—for your bullshit.”

“You mad? Why are you still mad?” Eren’s smile slices white. “You got a problem I brought you down? Shame, you look good on your knees.”

If you’re the keg full of powder in a room, Eren is always the one trying to throw a burning match inside. Tough shit she doesn’t know you’re secretly a pyromaniac.

You move too fast for her to react, or maybe she just wasn’t expecting you to fight back. When her back hits the hard wall with a satisfying thud, you consider smacking her head against it for good measure. She stares up at you with wide eyes—exactly the sight you’ve imagined moments before—and when she swallows, you feel her throat flex under the palm of your hand. There it is. Your hand around her throat. She has to crane her had back; you dip yours, head cocked to the side slightly.

“What a fucking brat you are.” Your voice is so quiet. Hoarse. You don’t recognise it. You have a hard time focusing right now because one thing becomes painfully clear: You’d do anything to fuck Eren and make her scream and cry. “Is that what get you off at night? Bullying other people? Really? What are we, fucking twelve?”

Eren snarls at you, showing her teeth like a captured animal. You tighten your hold around her throat, dig your thumb into her pulse point that’s jackhammering like a rabbit’s heart caught in a snare. Pressing her harder against the wall, bringing your bodies flush against each other, you slide your leg between hers, and the sound she makes is exquisitely delicious.

“You’re just so easy to tease,” she replies, just as quietly. She turns her face towards you, like a flower following the sun’s path. “Maybe I’m weak for big guys that cry.”

“If I’m done with you, Eren, I won’t be the one crying.”

She shudders against you and tries to bring your bodies harder together, pressing her tits against your chest. You dig your fingers into her jaw until you can see your nails leaving red half-moons on her skin. Hovering your mouth above hers, you watch every twitch and change on her face, and every time she tries to close the gab between you by slanting her mouth over yours, you push her head back. The frustrated growl at the back of her throat is almost adorable.

“Or do you want for someone to put you in your place?” you wonder aloud, jerking your leg only once, only a little. Eren melts against you, moving her hips against the strong muscle of your thigh.

Your mouth goes dry. Eren uses that moment to slap her hands around your cheeks and pull you down, slamming her lips into yours. Her mouth is hot, almost feverish. She strokes her tongue against yours, and you groan into her mouth—the vibration of the sound sending lightning flicks of pleasure down your spine. The kiss goes rough, deeper, and claiming.

You’re not done with her yet.

Sneaking the hand that’s been holding her jaw to the back of her nape, you curl your fingers into her thick hair—and yank it back. Eren gasps, bearing her throat to you. You reward her by running your tongue over her bottom lip, grazing the soft flesh with your teeth.

“You had to—” she starts, and swallows when you put your mouth to the curve of her jaw, biting hard. “Fuck—Ever since you split that fucking watermelon open with your fucking thighs, you fucking gorilla.”

You laugh against the hot skin of her throat. “Is that it? You got a crush on me, and that’s how you’ve been trying to get into my pants?”

“If anything, I’m creative.”

You consider that with a hum against the curve of her shoulder. When you raise your face again, Eren is already waiting for you, her mouth hungry and pliant under yours. You run your hands through her hair, over and over again while tasting her, feeling her hips stutter against your thigh. When you’re holding her hair in a ponytail, she separates for a moment to look up at you—eyes blown black with desire, but lucid enough to question what you’re doing.

You’ll change that.

“I said I’d make you cry,” you say against her cheek, feather-light and soft, deceptively so. “I think it’s time to see how pretty you look on your knees.”

Eren tenses up at that, you can feel it against your body. Tenses up in anticipation, you realise, when her hands begin to work on your belt buckle, her eyes wide, wanton. Excited. Your cock jumps inside the confines of your pants, half-hard.

“You’ll do that for me, won’t you?” you whisper, kissing her cheek, her nose, her neck. Why have you never noticed before how ridiculously good she smells. “You’ll be good and nice for me, right?”

“That depends.” Her answer is breathless, barely audible. She’s still fighting in the end, as though she isn’t completely melting in your arms already. So cute.

You tighten your hold on her hair, pushing her down slowly.

“You’ll find you won’t have much choice,” you say, smiling. “I’ll make you behave this time.”

And Eren, still looking up at you while working on your zipper, answers with a smile herself, accepting the challenge.

A/N: I had too much fun writing this lmao

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theragethatisdesire · 1 year ago

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three's a... - jean kirschstein x afab!reader x eren jaeger - 18+!!!

i feel like i have mentioned the possibility of giving y'all an erejean threesome way too many times to keep holding out on you, so now that i've finally nitpicked this fic to death, here we are!! literally living my dreams vicariously through this fic. i'm still not 100% happy with it, but eren and jean are sexy here and are doing half of the work of making this worth the read for me lolol. it's also written mostly through jean's pov which was interesting to play with.

pairing: eren jaeger x reader x jean kirschstein

wc: 6.5k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, threesome, established relationship (eren's ur perfect bf and u guys can't stop having sex with jean lol), unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), face fucking, rough sex, vaginal fingering, degradation, biting, dirty talk, penetrative vaginal sex, anal (fingering and fucking), swearing, use of names (slut, brat, pretty girl, good girl, angel), mean dom eren vs soft dom jean, multiple orgasm, dacryphilia/crying, creampie, double penetration, bicurious jean and bicurious eren (tasty, they definitely don't keep their hands to themselves), polyamory implied

buckle up, this was a blast to write and i hope it's equally as fun to read. enjoy <33

Jean should definitely not be here.

He should absolutely not be on his living room couch with Eren Jaeger’s girlfriend’s head in his lap, playing idly with her hair. By all traditional conventions and rules of exclusive relationships, Jean’s fairly sure that letting your girlfriend rest her head on the crotch of your roommate while he strokes her hair is on the no-no list. Not for Eren, apparently, who has your feet in his lap on the other end of the couch, playing with your toes absentmindedly and making you giggle and kick him in protest. Jean should not be here, but you and Eren have made a habit of roping him into circumstances that he would never admit to, not even at gunpoint.

If Jean is brutally, painfully honest with himself, he knows he had gotten himself into this. You were just so cute, wisping around their apartment in a big tshirt and tiny shorts in the mornings, always making sure to save him a cup of coffee. Maybe he had let his lingering glances linger just a little too long, smirked over his coffee mug at you one too many times, come up behind you to help you reach something on the top shelf and leaned a little too close, Jean couldn’t pinpoint exactly what caused Eren to notice his clear attraction towards you, but he did. Instead of getting his ass kicked like he had expected when you and Eren sat down to confront him, Jean had learned something.

Eren Jaeger has a greedy, spoiled brat of a girlfriend.

That had been the first time Jean came in you, fucking into your throat while Eren watched from across the room, palming over the bulge in his jeans. The second time, the two of you had invited Jean out for a drink, which, in hindsight, he should have seen the ulterior motive from a mile away. He had ended up cumming in your pussy, bending you over in the bar bathroom with Eren’s cock in your mouth. The third time had been in Eren’s bedroom as you rode him, Eren sitting behind you and working your hips over Jean’s cock as you wailed.

Jean had stopped his ministrations in your hair as he was reflecting on how exactly he got into this situation, trying very hard not to think too far into the filthy details to prevent propping your head up with an erection. You make a little noise of discontent, grabbing at his hands and urging them back to your hair.

“Jean, don’t stop. Feels good.”

Jean’s mouth tightens into a thin line at your choice of words, words he’s heard from you before under very different circumstances, but he obliges. So much for self control. Eren raises a smug eyebrow at him from across the couch.

“You’re giving her what she wants, right, Kirschtein?”

Jesus, you two are insatiable, still managing to grate on Jean’s razor-thin willpower with all of your clothes on. Jean wonders briefly what the appeal is for Eren, if he gets off on watching you take another man’s cock, bring another man near to tears with your warm, silken cunt. Does Eren enjoy dangling you in front of Jean until he’s forced to give in? Eren’s gaze lingers on Jean’s hands, threading through your hair, awaiting an answer.

“Yeah,” Jean says, not trusting any more words to his loose lips. They’ve already betrayed him three times now, saying yes when they should have been saying no.

“Good,” Eren responds simply, offering a small smile that, to anyone else, looks innocent. Jean knows Eren better than that. He watches as Eren’s hand travels up your bare leg, coming to rest on your upper thigh. You’re affected by it, such a simple touch, such a sensitive little body; he can feel you tense over his thighs.

Jean steels his jaw and forces his eyes back over to the movie. He’s got to stop playing these fucked up games of yours, it’s bad for him and he knows it. He hasn’t dated in months, not since you’d first pulled him into your little world, can’t bring himself to look at anyone else, can’t stand the thought of feeling anyone else’s skin under his fingers. His little crush has bloomed into full-blown lovesickness, and it would be best for him if he just stopped.

All of that ironclad willpower melts away in an instant when you let out a little moan.

Eren’s hand has snuck its way up to your shorts, nudging at the apex of your thighs. His focus is still trained on whatever reality show you’ve put on, completely ignoring the way you sigh under his touch. Jean’s cock twitches in his pants; this is his opportunity to hesitate, to say no, but he stays silent, only watching as you squirm in his lap.

“Eren,” your chastisement comes out as a breath. One of your hands comes to meet Eren’s, trying to push him away, but he simply swats your hand, shooting you a stern look.

“Behave,” Eren warns, eyes dark and dangerous. Jean’s learned that Eren’s mean to you, snappy when you put on your little attitude and fight back, but Jean doesn’t have the willpower. He holds you gently while he fucks into you hard, gives you anything you ask for.

You bite your lip and turn your head back to the TV, one hand coming up to pull Jean’s away from your head, wrapping your fingers around his. Jean’s breath hitches in his throat when you squeeze tight, back arching like you’re holding back a moan; Eren’s worked his way into your panties now, rubbing little circles over your clit.

“Look, Jaeger,” Jean makes a half-hearted attempt to remove himself, pulling his hand from yours and making all the movements to suggest he’s going to stand up, “I should–”

“What?” Eren cocks his head, as casual as if they’re discussing the weather. “Look at her, you really gonna just leave her there like that while I’m teasing her?”

Against his better judgment, Jean flicks his eyes down towards you. It’s a pitiful sight, your eyes already glossed over and staring up at him, wide and pleading, your bottom lip tucked in tight between your teeth.

“Jean,” his name comes out of your mouth, broken and already heady with arousal. That’s what snaps his resolve clean in two. You need him.

“What is it?” Jean hates the fondness in his voice, so glaringly obvious in front of your fucking boyfriend. Eren doesn’t seem to mind, though; he picks up speed, making you wriggle impatiently.

“Wanna kiss,” you whimper, reaching up towards his face.

“Don’t,” Eren stops Jean from leaning down, “she’s been bad today.”

“Is that so?” Jean rubs a thumb over your lips, frowning down at you. He can see the guilt in the way your brows knit together; oh, you have been bad, and you know it.

“Wouldn’t stop begging me for you, wanted to snuggle with Jeanie,” Eren raises his voice to mock you, slapping a hand against your clit and making you jump.

Jean’s face burns; is this it? Is this finally Eren telling him that you’re off-limits, finally deciding that Jean’s had his fill? And he’s going to rub it in his face by torturing you on Jean’s lap?

“Tell him,” Eren demands, another sharp smack landing on your cunt.

“Didn’t want to wait t-til you got home,” your face is already blotchy, eyes clouded with shame, “wanted Eren to text you and make you leave work.”

“And what did I say?”

“Be patient,” your voice wavers, Jean’s heart pounds in his ears, “and Jean would come take care of me.”

“So needy,” Eren tuts down at you, cruelly shoving a finger into your wet heat and instantly removing it, drawing a breathy whine from you, “see?”

Eren’s offering his finger to Jean, shining with slick, eyebrows lifted insistently. Jean narrows his eyes, cocks his head. What game is he playing at?

“What, don’t want a taste?” Eren’s eyes glint in the low light, taunting him. Jean leans forward hesitantly, lets the other man slide a thick finger between his lips. You always taste so good, salty and tangy; Jean feels a groan rumble deep in his chest. The corner of Eren’s mouth curls ever so slightly. Whatever game he’s playing, Jean’s losing. “Touch her, but no kisses. She has to behave if she wants that.”

You pout, bottom lip still wobbling where you’ve pushed it out, but you arch your back a little, straining your tits against your tank top. Jean knows you well enough by now, knows you chose that thin little top and didn’t wear a bra just for him, just to tempt him. You have been bad, but Jean doesn’t care, could never care when you’re looking up at him all sweet and needy. But he knows better than to disobey Eren’s rules, for your sake. Eren will edge you for the rest of the night, make himself cum, and leave you out to dry.

“Jean, please–”

“Sh,” Jean shushes you, sits you up just a little so he can pull your tank top over your head, “I’ve gotcha. Just be good for us, alright?”

You nod and smile drunkenly as he cups your breasts, kneading your nipples between his fingers. They’re one of his favorite things about you; he can’t resist leaning down to place sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your hot skin, lick around your nipples just light enough to tease. Maybe Jean can be a little mean too.

“More,” you gasp, fingers coming to clutch at his head, “more, I– oh!”

Jean’s eyes flit down your body to see Eren’s now got two long fingers shoved knuckle-deep in you, curling them fast enough to make you cry out, roll your hips up towards him. If he looks closely, he can see a wet patch forming on the crotch of your shorts; it makes his cock throb. He’s never met a woman that gets as wet as you, filthy at the slightest touch.

“You’re so messy,” Jean voices his mind without exactly meaning to, pulling himself from you so he can prop you up against his chest and let you look at the mess you’ve made. You give him a little whine of protest, tilting your chin up towards him, searching for his mouth.

“Please, I want–”

“I know what you want,” Jean thumbs at your lip, “he’s mean, isn’t he? Making you behave yourself when all you want is a little love, isn’t that right?”

“Mhm,” you manage to shoot a scathing glare at Eren that makes Jean chuckle, makes Eren smack your thigh hard enough to echo throughout the room.

“Stupid little slut,” Eren growls, moving his fingers faster, “you’re just all about Jean because he spoils you, aren't you? Someone has to make sure you behave yourself.”

Jean’s eyes widen; Eren’s clearly in a mood today, and Jean hopes it doesn’t have anything to do with his presence. Eren’s a mixed bag most times. Jean’s overheard him making soft, quiet love to you, little praises slipping out from the crack in his bedroom door, but Jean’s also watched Eren edge you to the point of tears, spit on your cunt, spank you until you bruise. Maybe Eren’s jealousy finally is getting the better of him, Jean thinks, maybe he just can’t say no to your insatiable appetite, and he is actually pissed that you had begged him for Jean.

“Jean,” you’re clutching at his shirt, moaning pathetically as Eren sucks harsh bites into your thighs.

“Did it to yourself,” Jean shakes his head at you sadly, “you know better than to make him mad.”

“Shut her up,” Eren nods his head at your mouth meaningfully, “I’ve heard enough out of her for today.”

It takes some awkward repositioning, but Jean’s able to pull his cock out, tap it against your tongue where you’ve already got your mouth hanging open, drool pooling on his lap under your cheek.You shove yourself up with some effort, and take Jean almost to the hilt on your first go, slurping lewdly around him. Jean nearly chokes.

“Oh, you are needy today,” he hisses, threading his fingers through your hair, making sure his view remains unobstructed. “That what you wanted? My cock in your throat?”

You manage a stiff nod around him in between the muffled moans you’re letting out around his cock; Eren’s added his thumb to the mix now, pulling your panties to the side so he can swipe at your clit.

“She was fuckin’ drooling for it earlier,” Eren says, meeting Jean’s eyes with a smirk, “should have seen her, all pouty and sad because her Jeanie wasn’t here. Pathetic.”

In the small part of Jean’s brain that’s still able to think rationally with his cock nudging at your gag reflex, he’s frowning in confusion. Eren is pissed at you because you were begging for Jean, and here he is spurring Jean on in fucking into your throat. It makes no fucking sense, really, but Jean’s getting his dick sucked, and not for the first time, by the woman he’s been pining after for months, so who is he to question it?

“Mmph!” You squeal, mouth too full to form a real sound, hips canting up violently towards Eren. Eren laughs, low and cruel.

“Aw, I think she’s gonna cum soon,” Eren pulls his fingers from you, a tear slips down your cheek. “Pity.”

Your cry of protest is whimpered by Jean standing up slightly, angling his hips to plunge as deep as he can. He’s only had his cock in your mouth a few times, but Jean’s intuitive. He knows how much you can take, knows exactly how far to push you before it’s too much.

“Don’t whine, baby,” Jean huffs, “just gonna make him more mad. He won’t let me help you if you don’t behave.”

“Look at you,” Eren runs his hands along your thighs, leans down to press a chaste kiss over where you’ve ruined your shorts, “being a good girl for us. S’that what it takes for you to behave? Need both of us?”

If Jean’s not mistaken, the garbled sound you make around him is one of agreement. The thought goes straight between his legs, brings him far closer to the edge than he’d like to be at this point. He pulls your mouth off of him, making you pout.

“But–”

“I know, I know, you want it,” Jean rubs an affectionate thumb over your cheek, “but you want me to fuck you, too, right?”

“Please,” you breathe, reaching down to wiggle your shorts off. Eren’s face lights up.

“Wanna show him your little surprise, baby?” Eren’s tugging at your shorts now, ripping them off and tossing them to the sides. He puts his hands under your arms, yanking you out of Jean’s lap and throwing your chest over his shoulders. When Eren’s hands come to your cheeks, spreading them so Jean can see, Jean’s heart nearly stops. There’s a little pink rhinestone glittering where your asshole should be– a plug, keeping you open and ready. Eren meets Jean’s eyes, daring. “She picked it out just for us. Want us both, don’t you? Nasty little thing.”

Eren punctuates his statement with a grin and a sharp slap to your ass that makes you jump, nod desperately from behind him. Jean reaches a cautious hand over, puts two fingers around the toy and pulls lightly, just enough to watch it move in you. You whine; he can see your empty cunt flutter.

“Can she take it? Both of us?”

“Oh yeah,” Eren brushes off Jean’s concern, “been using all her little toys for weeks, making me practice with her. She can take it.”

With that, Jean’s standing, padding into his room and knowing Eren’s following with you still tossed over his shoulder. His head spins; you, his precious little toy, have been stretching yourself out, getting yourself ready to have two cocks in you? The thought nearly makes Jean moan to himself, imagining how tight you’ll be all stuffed full.

Eren’s thrown you on the bed none too gently, stripping as you look up at him, hearts in your eyes. He stops midway through pulling his clothes off to grab your chin, offer your pleading gaze to Jean.

“Why don’t you ask him, hm?” Eren coos, looking between you and Jean with a filthy grin on his face. “Ask him again, see if you’ve been good.”

“Will you kiss me, Jean? Please?” Your voice has that thin, fucked out tone to it that drives Jean crazy, makes him want to make you cry.

“Yeah princess, I’ll kiss you.” He leans down, takes your soft mouth in his, Eren never releasing his hold on your chin. Jean can taste himself on your tongue, smiling appreciatively at the salty tang. Eren rips you away far too soon, pressing his mouth down on you far rougher than Jean had. They balance each other well, Jean thinks, the gentle caresses and the sharp slaps that make you come undone under them in a way neither of them can manage alone.

“On your knees, brat,” Eren sneers, the shred of tenderness that he’d grabbed your face with long-gone, “convince us to fuck you stupid.”

You nod obediently, sliding off the bed and onto your knees, reaching for Jean. He steps forward, letting you hold his cock in your little hand, rub up and down while you take Eren in your mouth. Even your hands are enough to drive him crazy, so soft and supple around him; Jean’s head falls back.

“Fuck,” Eren sucks a sharp breath in between his teeth, “that’s it, baby, take it.”

Something possesses Jean, what it is he can’t be sure, but he reaches a hand down to the back of your head, pushing you further down Eren’s length. He half-expects Eren to chastise him for it, but Eren groans, long and loud, a sound that simmers in Jean’s stomach.

Jean watches the contractions of Eren’s abs, trails his eyes up to where the other man’s strong chest is heaving, a strange, hot sensation trickling through his center. It’s too late to look away once he realizes he’s been caught, but instead of finding amusement when he meets Eren’s eyes, Jean finds something else entirely.

Eren’s looking at Jean the way he looks at you, all lusty and uninhibited. Jean nearly scowls at him, everything he’s internalized over the years rearing its head in his chest, but Eren stops him with a hand wrapped around the back of Jean’s neck. In the blink of an eye, there’s a set of lips on his, a sharp tongue licking into his mouth.

Jean lets out a wanton, strung out moan that Eren swallows, echoes with one of his own. Jean notices that your head has stilled under his hand, and he shoves you back onto Eren’s cock mindlessly, relishing in the way Eren’s mouth stutters against his own when you retch around him. He trails his hand, tentative and exploratory, up to Eren’s hair, grabs the bun at the back of his head and pulls. Jean’s surprised at the heat beneath his palm; he’s always known Eren runs hot, especially after the last few times he’s fucked you. It’s only natural to brush arms, brush legs during the act, but Eren’s skin is scalding, damp with sweat under his touch.

It’s not Jean’s first kiss with a man, not by any means, but he’d never guessed that Eren, headstrong, manly, unreadable Eren, had this in him. Had it been hiding there for all of these years? Was it a spur of the moment thing, that Eren would look back on and cringe at later?

Doubt getting the better of him, Jean breaks first, pulls away with a quiet smacking sound. Eren’s eyes are just as wide as his feel, searching Jean’s face for any sign of regret, of satisfaction, of something. A loud whine from below distracts them both, and whatever odd moment was forming is broken as they look down at you.

Your chin is covered in drool from where you’ve been choking on Eren, gagging around him, and your eyes are glossy and needy. Jean’s cock gets impossibly harder.

“What?” Eren taunts. “You jealous that I kissed your Jeanie?”

“Yeah,” you pout, brows knitting, but Jean can see the arousal written into your features. You liked it.

“Get up,” Jean says to you, voice hard and unforgiving.

You follow his instruction, standing on shaking legs. Jean can see the snark in your eyes before it comes out of your lips. “What, finally going to pay attention to me now?”

As soon as the words have left your mouth, Eren’s hand is around your jaw, wrenching it open for him to spit into your mouth. “Don’t fucking talk back, not if you want to cum.”

“You were doing so good,” Jean rubs a hand over your hip, guiding you to lay on top of him on the bed, “what, are you that desperate for us that you can’t mind your manners?”

“I just–”

“Want both of your slutty little holes filled?” Eren scoffs, kneeling on the bed behind where you’re straddling Jean’s hips. “Yeah, we know.”

You frown and lean down to Jean, searching for consolation, but he shoves you to sit back up, admiring the way your chest bounces with the movement.

“Can’t be nice to you all the time,” Jean’s voice is low, dangerous, “not when you act like a brat.”

He can see the heartbreak on your face, revels in it, but it’s short lived. Your eyes fly open as Eren works the plug out of you, tossing it to the side and wrapping an arm around you to take your neck in his hand. Eren looks down at Jean, exchanges a conspiratorial smirk with him.

“Why don’t you ask Jean if you can sit on it while I work you open, hm?”

Your eyes glisten pleadingly at Jean, but something’s come over him. He realizes he likes drawing those begging moans out of you, likes holding you over the edge between the tips of his fingers. Jean shrugs.

“Show me how bad you want it.”

While Eren reaches over to scrounge around for the lube in Jean’s bedside table, you start to work your hips over Jean’s cock, slicking it up with how wet you already are. Jean grabs you by the back of the neck, pulls you to him to drink down the little whimpers and moans that escape your lips.

“Jean, please,” you sigh into his mouth, “I need you.”

Jean’s resolve wavers, but he stands firm. “Beg.”

“I–” hot tears of shame are welling in your eyes now, Jean wants to lick them from your cheeks– “please, I need it, need your cock in me, please, Jean.”

“What do you think, Eren?” As Jean asks the question, it strikes him just how often he refers to the other man simply as “Jaeger”, not by his first name. In his mind, ‘Jaeger’ is his friend of many years, and ‘Eren’ is the man that he had just inexplicably, passionately kissed. “Think she’s earned it?”

“Let’s see how she takes my fingers,” Eren replies, slicking his fingers up with lube and forcing two into your already-stretched hole with ease, making you squeak in surprise, “oh fuck, she’s already so stretched out for us. Yeah, give her what she wants, let her warm up to it.”

“Thank you, t-thank you,” you stammer, out of your mind with want as Jean slides the head of his cock into you with a long groan.

“Shit,” Jean growls, holding onto you tight to prevent your hips from pushing down on him too fast, filling you up too quickly with Eren’s fingers hard at work in your other hole. Maybe he is the nice one, after all. “So fucking tight for me, aren’t you?”

“Mhm, for you,” you hum, lip tucked in your teeth.

“Think she likes you more than me,” Eren smirks from over your shoulder, working a third finger into you and making your jaw drop. For his part, Jean bottoms out, hissing as you pulse around him. He can feel Eren’s fingers scissoring through your walls, eyes rolling back into his head at the sensation.

“You okay? Is it too much?” Jean notices one of those tears that had sparkled in your eyes earlier threatening to fall, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him. You look beautiful, all stretched around him and fucked out, mind blank.

“It’s a lot,” you nod, sniffle, “but I’m okay, I can take him. Want to, want– need you both.”

Eren’s eyes darken, and Jean can feel him remove his fingers, feel the accommodating stretch of your walls able to breathe again. Jean takes your hips in his hands, rolling you along his cock to grant both of you some of the friction you desperately need. You mewl, leaning over to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Eren’s lining up behind you, running a soothing hand over your back.

“Deep breaths, baby,” Jean instructs you, holding you to his chest. You sniffle and nod into his shoulder, muscles tense and twitching.

“Tell me if it’s too much, alright angel?” Eren leans over to press a surprisingly tender kiss between your shoulder blades and gives Jean a signaling nod, which Jean returns.

Jean can feel it the moment Eren pushes in, feel your body stretching itself to accommodate both of them. You squeal into the skin of Jean’s shoulder that you’ve taken between your teeth, and it hurts, but he lets you, rubbing circles on your lower back.

“Doing so good for us, baby,” Jean hums, pressing his lips to your ear, “too much?”

You shake your head, whimpering as Eren pushes in further.

“God, she’s– shit, it’s so fucking tight,” Eren growls, jaw clenched and a little vein protruding in his neck from the effort of holding himself back, reining in the part of himself that just wants to snap his hips forwards into you.

“Yeah, she is,” Jean chokes out, feeling suffocated by the way you’re pulsing around him, by the pressure of Eren’s cock shoving at him. He’s not sure where he ends and where the both of you begin, if there’s even any separation between his skin and Eren’s and yours anymore.

“Feel so– full,” you hiccup, nails digging into Jean’s shoulders. Your watery voice makes Eren pause, rub a hand over your back.

“You doing okay, baby? How you feeling?”

“Feels….” you take in a deep, heaving breath, “good. Feels so good.”

Eren grins, something feral. “That’s our girl. So good for us, yeah?”

“You like being full, hm?” Jean can feel a smile mirroring Eren’s on his face.

He doesn’t miss Eren’s choice of words. Our girl. And you are their girl, you love being full of them. Of course you do. You’re their insatiable little plaything, so good at taking them in each of your holes. You love it, you love them.

“It’s– fuck, I’m in,” Eren’s staring at where you’re all connected. Jean wishes he could see, but the tightness of you around him is enough, the way he can feel Eren through your thin walls, pressing against his cock. Eren pumps his hips experimentally, and all three of you moan in sync.

“Pl-please move, Jean, fuck- no, Eren, just–” you’re babbling nonsensically, music to their ears.

“We’ve got you,” Jean hushes you, fucking his hips up into you and cutting you off, “just sit tight and be our good little girl, alright?”

“Oh g-god.” Your words wrench from you in a sob, jolting with the thrust of Jean’s hips up into yours. It takes some work, but soon enough, they’re pumping in and out of you at the perfect pace, synced up so you’re never empty, not for long. You’re wailing, voice scratchy from all the crying you’ve already done that night, clutching onto Jean like he’s your last lifeline.

“Feels so fucking good,” Eren grits out, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hips, “so good for us.”

“Not gonna last long, not like this,” Jean agrees, sitting you up so he can see you, see your wet cheeks and your open mouth, “so pretty like this, aren’t you? All stuffed full?”

“She loves it,” Eren growls over your pathetic, shaky moan of agreement, landing a smack on your ass, “fucking loves us, don’t you baby? Tell us, tell us how much you love it.”

“I-I love it,” you manage, voice wrecked, “love you— fuck- love you both so much.”

Jean’s eyes widen, roll back in his head a little. You’re so perfect, obedient and willing to take both of them, let them abuse your holes. The thought makes him bite down on the inside of his cheek, not willing to be the first to break and ruin this perfect moment.

“Jean, I– shit, I’m gonna cum soon,” Eren pants, pupils blown wide and mouth hanging open when he meets Jean’s eyes. “Make her cum.”

Jean nods determinedly, somehow finds the presence of mind to slide a hand in between your slick bodies, swiping at your clit insistently. Your body blooms for him, back arching as you throw your head back against Eren’s shoulder. He feels you clench violently around him, knows you’ve already been on the edge since they started with you, knows you won’t take much goading to break for them.

“That good?” Jean forced out through his clenched jaw, trying to keep pace with Eren amidst your vice-like grip on him.

“Yes, so fucking– oh my god, J-Jean, I’m– Eren,” you’re babbling, close to the point of hysteria, eyes blank and teary. Jean’s free hand wraps around your hip, grabbing hard at the flesh there. He’s so gone he barely catches it, just barely, but he notices Eren’s hand. Eren lays his palm over Jean’s, deliberate and steady, grabbing onto the other man’s hand and squeezing down. Jean meets Eren’s eyes, fucked out and hooded.

“Come on,” Jean rubs faster, harder, his eyes flitting back and forth between yours and Eren’s, “show us what a good fucking girl you are for us.”

Whatever was tethering you to your sanity falls away, and you cum harder than Jean’s ever seen, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your muscles lock up, legs trembling on either side of Jean’s hips. He grips your hip harder, trying to maintain a pace so you can ride your orgasm out on top of them. Eren follows quickly behind you, biting into your shoulder with a loud, long groan. When Jean feels Eren’s cum leaking out of you, feels the mess they’ve made between your legs, he falls over the edge too, slamming your hips down into his and grinding up into you with a moan.

The three of you collapse into a heap of limbs and sweat and stickiness, chests heaving and muscles twitching. Jean can feel the burn of Eren’s skin and the slick, plush give of yours, enveloping him from every angle, and for the first time in months, he lets his eyes flutter shut, letting himself enjoy the simple pleasure of touch.

But nothing is forever, and after a few minutes, he feels you begin to stir between them, mumbling about needing to go to the bathroom. Eren reluctantly rolls off the bed to help you to the bathroom to clean up, leading you out on shaking legs. Alone again, Jean throws his hands over his face and sighs, deep and hefty.

He shouldn’t be here, he should have never let you both goad him into this.

It occurs to Jean that he needs some air; the apartment feels suffocatingly small knowing that both of you are only a few layers of plaster and a door away. He pushes through regret and self-doubt, pulling his sweatpants back on and scrounging around in his laundry basket of unfolded, clean clothes to find a shirt.

“What are you doing?” Eren’s suddenly in the doorway, scowling at him.

“Going out.”

“You worked this morning. What, do you have plans or something?” There’s a clear note of annoyance in Eren’s voice, but Jean’s too exhausted and shaky to look into it.

“Jean?” You, Eren’s shadow as always, peer around his shoulders, a cute little furrow of confusion between your brows. “Where are you going?”

Jean nearly growls in frustration, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Out. I’m going out.”

He hates the way you flinch, grab onto Eren’s hand for stability in the wake of his snapping at you. Eren speaks next, but Jean doesn’t recognize his tone; it’s firm, but somehow, it’s lacking Eren’s perpetually angry intonation.

“Sit.” Eren’s got one finger pointed to the bed, ordering him as if this isn’t Jean’s own room. He drags you over behind him, plopping on the bed as if you all do this every day. Jean glares at Eren, softens his eyes at the way you’re looking up at him invitingly.

“We just want to talk a little,” you pat the comforter, smiling softly. That breaks him, and against Jean’s better judgment, he’s sitting where you’ve indicated, t-shirt still fisted in his hands.

“About?”

“We don’t want you to think– well, this…” Eren gestures his hands between the three of you, frowning deeper, and eventually sighing, “I don’t know how to say it.”

You pick up for Eren, smiling at him. “We don’t want you to feel like you’re out of place here, that’s all.”

Jean cocks an eyebrow. “In my own bedroom?”

“No, asshole,” Eren rolls his eyes, “with…with us.”

“What does that mean?” Jean’s heart nearly stops. A small, soft hand over his makes his breath catch in his throat.

“We’re not, like, experienced with this, so maybe we’re doing this whole thing wrong,” you look to Eren anxiously, who nods at you reassuringly, “but…we have room for you. If you’re open.”

“Like…” Jean barely trusts his voice to carry above a breath, “in what sense?”

“It’s not just sex,” Eren mumbles, flushing pink, “to us, at least.”

“We like you,” you clarify, smiling again, “and however you want us, if you want us, at least, you can have us.”

Jean blinks stupidly, looks to Eren to see if his face betrays anything, anything that could explain the conversation taking place, if it’s a joke, if he’s unsure. To his surprise, Eren looks up at him, green eyes earnest and burning into his, and takes the t-shirt out of Jean’s hands, giving one of Jean’s hands to you and taking the other for himself.

“It works,” Eren says, finding some conviction, “whatever you want to call it, this works.”

“For both of you?” Jean can hardly believe his ears, can hardly fathom the feeling of your soft, delicate little fingers and Eren’s calloused palms wrapped around his hands.

“For both of us. But…does it? For you?” Your voice wavers, your nerves betraying you.

“I mean, I don’t know what it is. I don’t understand it,” Jean admits, positive that his eyes are comically wide in the face of this new information.

“Me neither,” Eren shrugs, “but we don’t have to be so serious about it–”

“Not for now at least,” you smile at Eren encouragingly, nodding and urging him to press on.

“Not for now,” Eren agrees, squeezing Jean’s fingers ever so slightly, the smallest, most tentative reassurance, “we can figure it out later.”

“If you want it,” you bite your lip, looking up at Jean through thick lashes, “want us. We won’t be upset if you say no. No pressure.”

Jean thinks for a moment, thinks about everything you’re offering him. You, who he’s pined after for months, so beautiful and sweet to him. He thinks about sharing coffee with you in the mornings, holding you tight to his body and drifting off to sleep, letting you play with his hair. He doesn’t know if he loves you, but whatever he feels is pretty damn close to it, close enough to drive him crazy and keep him up at night.

And Eren. He’s been friends with Eren for near a decade now, known him for as long as he can remember. What this agreement means in terms of his relationship with Eren, Jean hardly dares to press, knowing how Eren is: flighty, argumentative, brash. None of that is written into Eren’s features now, though; Eren’s watching him intently, earnestly, chest stilled as if he’s holding his breath, waiting for Jean’s answer.

Something old and something new mixed together into something entirely unfamiliar.

“We don’t have to put a label on it now, or even go through the semantics,” Eren’s voice is spent, nearly breathless.

“We’ll give you some space if you need–”

“No,” Jean cuts you off, looking between you both, “no, it’s– it’s just a surprise, that’s all.”

Eren snorts. “How many times do we need to fuck you before you get the hint?”

“Eren!” You slap his arm, looking between him and Jean meaningfully. “Not really the time for jokes, is it?”

“I mean, fucking in the bathroom of Scout’s isn’t exactly wining and dining me,” Jean rolls his eyes. Eren laughs at that, unintentionally tightening his grip around Jean’s fingers and making Jean’s heart thud a little in his chest.

“You two are beyond annoying,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. Eren and Jean exchange a wicked smirk.

“Regretting this already?” Eren teases you, digging his fingers into your side and making you giggle.

“Get over here,” Jean pulls you onto his lap, feeling emboldened to press a quick succession of kisses to your jawline, to your cheek. God, maybe he does love you, the weight of you in his arms feeling almost perfect. Eren leans over and tackles you both, tickling you wherever he can reach, Jean pinning you to his chest despite your protests and thrashing.

That’s what’s missing, Jean realizes. It’s not about you and Jean, or you and Eren, or he and Eren. He understands Eren’s bluntness earlier: the three of you just work, regardless of the weirdness of it all or the awkward conversations that lay ahead. It works, and for now, that’s enough.

Eren relents in his torture, scooting up the bed and dragging you with him, pulling Jean’s covers over you both like he’d done it a hundred times. Jean’s last little inkling of self-doubt perseveres, and he hesitates, until Eren tosses the covers on your other side back, patting the sheets meaningfully. Jean swallows his pride, swallows his insecurity, and pulls you into his side, very mindful of Eren’s arm tossed over both of your shoulders, of Eren’s fingers weaving absentmindedly through the hair at the nape of his neck.

And in the morning, when Eren mimics Jean’s loud snoring and you’re playfully throwing little crumbs of toast at them over the counter, the little voice in Jean’s head that had warned him to keep his distance will be completely silenced for the first time in months.

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mortifesboy · 6 months ago

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WELCOME TO THE SHOP

wuthering waves centric but will post other medias —MASTERLIST — fem aligned /minors respectfully dni ꩜ if we are friends and you’re fem aligned it’s ok MASC ! reader blog — he/him — 20

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TARO MILK TEA !: male! rover,sosei akabane, eren jaeger, gojo, childe,kars

BROWN SUGAR TEA LATTE ! : jiyan, shōgo aoshima, erwin smith, mahito, zhongli

GREEN TEA ! : aalto, chidori, porco galliard, sukuna, diluc,dio,

PASSION FRUIT TEA ! : mortife, zeke jaeger, toji, nuvillete , risotto nero,yami (black clover)

STRAWBERRY SMOOTHIE ! : scar, Jean kirschtine, takuma ino , tighnari , bruno,avdol

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popping pearls : somnophilia

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Aloe Vera : breeding

Egg pudding : praise

Star pearls : degradation

Coffee jelly : stepcest

Taro: nipple sucking

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nininikki · 2 years ago

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓: e. jaeger x black fem!reader

ꨄ summary! — you absolutely despise biochemistry. good thing you’ve got the perfect tutor.

ꨄ warnings! — nsfw, smut! porn with plot, male masturbation, eren’s a nerd & an absolute loser in this (it’s so hot), reader’s a lil mean, dom-ish reader, sub-ish eren, dry humping, tiny bit of nipple play, finger sucking (idk what else to call it?), oral sex (m!receiving), reader’s a bit of a tease, face fucking, little bit of clit play, unprotected, penetrative sex (piv, wrap it up guys!), riding.

ꨄ author’s note! — am i ashamed of this? slightly. was i leaking like a faucet while i wrote it? … anyway… lmk if i missed anything in the warnings!

ꨄ word count! — 4.4k

it had all started when your professor held you back at the end of class. his usual sandpaper drawl of a voice livened with a stern tone as he informed you—no, warned you—that you were in dire jeopardy of failing his class, and he’d be assigning you a tutor.

some loser who (apparently) sat two rows in front of you in class. some loser your professor had chastised you for not knowing, as if it were something important enough for you to pay attention to. “well, i guess it could be hard for you to pay attention to… anything, really. what, with all the sleeping you do in my class.”

you simply scoffed and muttered, pig fucker under your breath. you had only fallen asleep once or twice in there, and you highly doubted you were the only one.

“whatever.” you sighed, running your hands over your skirt, sprouting up from your seat, and heading for the door. “i’ve got a class.”

“well, then, i’ll just send you his contact information, and let you be on your way.” to any unsuspecting person, that might’ve sounded polite. but you caught the sardonic—possibly even sadistic—tone of his voice. he’d managed to annoy you even further when he shouted, “your sessions start thursday!”

***

thursday had arrived, and eren had gotten the feeling his professor was grossly underestimating when he’d said, “she can be a bit of a hard time, but if anyone can get through to her, it’s you.” because you had proven to be a hard time, and then some.

it didn’t help in the slightest that you were so pretty, either. when he first entered the library and saw you sitting in the spot you two had agreed on, the blood under his skin ran hot and the air around him became as warm as though lightning had struck the very spot where he stood.

there you sat, not in a chair like a normal person would, but on the table. the first thing he’d taken notice of was your smile; dazzling, wide, framed by a pair of full, glossy lips, and totally not directed at him. eren felt a blush bloom across his cheeks nonetheless.

a skimpy outfit adorned your body, hugging you in places he’d have to stop himself from imagining later. a white miniskirt covered the very top of your thick thighs, and a soft pink tank top contrasted perfectly with the brown tone of your skin.

you were twirling the ends of your dark, curly braids with your manicured fingers while you looked into your phone camera and snapped various selfies. legs crossed and swinging idly back and forth.

when he’d finally trudged his way over, it had taken a rather loud, “ahem.” to pry your eyes off your phone.

“oh,” you said, your eyes snapping to him and going alight with some unknown emotion before dampening down to indifference. “you must be eren.”

he smiled at the sound of his name coming from your mouth. “nice to meet you.”

“y’know, i really wish i could say the same.” you replied, sliding gracefully off the table to find a seat behind it and taking the faint scent of cherry blossoms with you.

eren never had the greatest poker face, so he wasn’t surprised when you’d noticed the slight hurt wrinkling his features. “no offense to you. i just don’t really wanna be here.”

“i’m sorry about that.” eren said, pushing his glasses up over his nose. usually, witty remarks fell off his tongue as easily as saliva, but he’d caught sight of you batting your thick eyelashes in his direction, and found his mouth was dry as dust. “but professor ackerman told me you were failing.”

“so? professor ackerman’s an asswipe.” you giggled, frustratingly aloof and unserious, pulling a tube of lipgloss out of your purse and applying a shiny new coat to your lips, something eren never thought he’d be attracted to in all nineteen years of his life. “whatever.” you continued. “let’s just get this over with, please.”

***

and for the next few weeks, that was how all your sessions would start. every thursday, you’d meet eren in that stuffy, yawn-inducing library, prefacing the next hour of hell with some form of a complaint. and eren, the saint he was, would only giggle and blush like some schoolgirl.

sure, you guessed you could admit that he was an okay tutor.

so what if in only three weeks of working with him, you were absorbing the knowledge way faster and more effectively than you did with professor ackerman.

so what if eren made biochemistry, dare you say, fun? so what if he took perfect notes? and never gave you shit for dotting your i’s with hearts? and was maybe— only maybe—a little funny? and had the prettiest eyes you’d ever had the pleasure of looking into? and the coolest hair? and his lips, full and pretty and bubblegum-pink. you’d sometimes catch him chewing on the end of a pen, not knowing you could be envious of a writing instrument.

“stop that,” you murmured to yourself as you headed to your designated spot.

eren was already there, twirling his pen between his fingers and skimming through a textbook. “god, i’m so ready to get home.” you chimed, mentally noting how you’d began to mean it a little less everyday.

his eyes flitted up to where you stood, undressing you in a way that he probably thought was subtle. “yeah, why’s that?” rabid butterflies attacked your stomach when he pushed his glasses up his nose.

you sat down next to him and pulled your notebook out. “new episode of rupaul’s, obviously.”

eren only chortled, gesturing to your outfit, more specifically, the thong peeking out of your jeans. “y’know, that’s gotta be against some kind of dress code.”

“oh. i could… i could change right quick if you want.”

“really?”

you released your passive facade with a short laugh. “fuck no. i’d wear this shit to church if i wanted.”

“whatever.” he rolled his eyes, and refocused his attention to the textbook on the table. “are you ready to study for this test?”

***

“okay, i think i’m all set.” after memorizing thirty-five different flash cards and definitions and diagrams, your brain was mince meat in your skull. your limbs felt wracked with fatigue despite hardly moving them at all throughout the hour. “i really think i could make a c.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the pure, unparalleled joy dawning over eren’s face. “that’s—that’s amazing. really, i’m…i’m proud of you.”

“i’m exhausted, ‘ren.” your eyes nearly fluttered shut. “god, how are you so happy right now?”

“i’m happy i was able to help you, that’s all.” he flipped his textbook shut and relaxed a little in his chair. “knowing i’m able to help y—help others with my own knowledge is, like, i don’t know, the best feeling in the world.”

wryly, you murmured. “you must not know what sex feels like.”

eren gasped—or was it a cough?—as his mouth opened and closed like a dying fish. those rabid butterflies from before returned with a vengeance when his voice cracked on a giggle and his entire face blushed a cheery shade of crimson.

“but no, seriously. thanks for all the help & stuff, ‘ren. i’ll let you know how it goes?” you pretended not to notice the mental breakdown he was having and instead packed up all your things.

“y—yeah, uh, you do that.”

***

god, she’s fucking insufferable, eren mused as his dick twitched in his pants.

as soon as the session was over, he’d rushed to his dorm with only one thing on his mind: getting you off of it. seriously, how could you expect him to act normal around you? looking and acting and sounding like that. like everything he didn’t know he needed until it was hanging inches from his grasp.

he had done everything in his power to stay soft for more than five minutes. took two ice cold showers, went over every page in his anatomy notebook, did the same for his french notebook, and then doused himself under another cold shower.

but no matter what eren did, he was on a one-track mind. had been ever since you strutted into the library with your thong clinging to the fat of your hips, lips as glossy as ever, and that intoxicating, saccharine scent of cherry blossoms so thick in the air between you two.

now, there he lay, dick straining uncomfortably against his tented sweatpants and thoughts of you running rampant through his head.

“fuck it.” eren muttered, freeing his dick from his pants and hissing as it made contact with the harsh, cold air. he closed his eyes and wrapped his hand around the sensitive head, the back of his eyelids burning with the immediate sight of you.

what your manicured hand would look like in his stead, working his dick in long, slow strokes. a weak moan left his throat when he thought about you smearing his precum over the tip with your thumb, just the same way he was doing, but only better because it was you.

how pretty you’d look with him in your hand, but how much prettier you’d be with him in your mouth. how your tongue would swirl tantalizingly slow over the tip before you took it between your thick, shimmering lips. in that moment, there wasn’t a feeling he craved more than your tongue sliding over the thick, tender vein that coursed from his base to his tip.

and your tits, god your tits, and what he wouldn’t give to put his hands on them. to start slow; light, shallow squeezes that’d gradually become rougher over time. to run his fingers over your nipples and watch them harden before his own eyes. “so fucking pretty.” he’d say before he took one into his mouth and listened to your breathy little whimpers as he gently sucked on it.

your voice slid into his head like some sort of horny, impulsive thought. “i’m exhausted, ‘ren.” the nickname you had given him falling gracefully off your tongue. your lidded eyes staring up at him as though he were the only thing in the fucking world.

“please.” eren whispered to no one in particular, stroking his cock faster and feeling electricity invade the air around him. “please, i…”

“you must not know what sex feels like.” and eren could’ve melted into a puddle where he lay. because he didn’t know what sex felt like, but what he wouldn’t have given for you to rip his pants off and show him in the middle of that library.

he didn’t know what sex felt like, but he’d be damned if the thought of fucking you stupid hadn’t been running on a loop in his head since the first week he met you.

eren could feel his orgasm approaching nearer with each and every desperate pass along his dick. an invisible coil tightening in his gut, the erratic beating of his heart, and the moans building behind his lips becoming harder to contain.

“yes, yes, yes.” voice nearly dying at the thought of what your pussy would feel like wrapped around him. “you feel so fucking good.”

with a few eager jerks of his cock, eren felt the coil in his gut snap and he was letting a yearning cry of your name slip past his lips. “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” eren begged, sloppily fucking himself through his orgasm and not stopping until his dick was too sensitive to take much more.

after his head had screwed itself back on properly and the room had stopped spinning, eren mustered enough energy to find a tissue and wipe his spend off his fingers and lower abdomen.

all while muffled, fuzzy feelings of guilt—guilt he was too tired to process—gnawed at the back of his head.

***

“is now a bad time?” you asked, trying to keep your eyes focused on anything but the sight in front of you. eren, bare chested, messy-haired, and sleepy-eyed. or maybe he just always looked like this without his glasses. “‘cause i can come back, like, way later.”

you were maybe expecting a, “yeah, later.” or “no, right now’s fine.” you definitely weren’t anticipating the door slamming shut in your face without so much as a word from him.

for a few moments, you’re torn between hurt and confusion, not knowing which emotion swirled more prominently in your stomach.

just as the thought of leaving crossed your mind, the door swung open and your eyes were graced with a new sight. eren, an old t-shirt thrown haphazardly over his body, glasses sitting clumsily over his eyes, and faint remnants of water splashes on his face.

“i’m so sorry about that.” he explained, ushering you through the threshold of the door. “i just needed to be presentable, i guess.”

you scoffed with a roll of your eyes. “nobody’s presentable at nine in the morning, ‘ren.”

“nobody but you, apparently.” eren laughed, gesturing to the outfit you wore.

you clutched the test papers in your hands and your head bobbed on a faux-modest nod. “yeah, i figured i’d go out for drinks later whether i passed or failed.”

“so…” eren asked, trying to sneak a look at the papers behind your back. “c’mon, i don’t think i can wait any longer.”

you couldn’t contain the smile threatening to break out over your face any longer. “well, since you asked so nicely.” you unfolded the papers in your hand, revealing the front, which was marked with a bright red c.

the thick gasp eren sucked in as relief swam through his eyes was your finishing point. that newborn excitement and joy you felt when you first saw your score came coursing back through your veins in full force. thoughtlessly, you wrapped your arms around eren’s neck and let out an ecstatic scream as he lifted you off your feet and spun you around.

“i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i fucking did it!” you squealed, the unbridled happiness in eren’s eyes only fueling yours.

then, without sparing a cautionary thought, you kissed him. you kissed him because there was no way this moment could’ve gone without it. you kissed him because the exhilaration dancing over your skin wouldn’t have allowed you to do anything else.

fervently, hungrily, passionately, you kissed him like it was the last thing you’d ever do. “i’m…i’m sorry.” you breathed into his mouth when you broke away. “i’m really sorry. i don’t know why i did—” and then he was kissing you.

softer, slower, more intense in some foreign way. like you were something tender and fragile and meant to be handled with care. but really, that couldn’t have been further from the opposite. for days—no, weeks—on end, him fucking you open on his dick had been in the background of all your usual thoughts.

slowly, eren’s hand grazed over the soft skin of your thigh before it found purchase on the underside of your knee, pulling it up and around his waist, the other one quickly following. “is that okay?” he rasped, the sound going straight to your already throbbing clit.

you ran your thumb over his bottom lip and watched his eyes darken with lust in real time. “mhm, it’s perfect.” one of your hands unfastened from around his neck and trailed down the expanse of his toned stomach, not stopping until you reached the hem of his sweatpants. “can you get on the bed for me?”

“fuck, yes,” eren backed up until he was seated at the edge of the bed, kissing you desperately along the way. his hands stumbled gingerly over the front of your shirt, fingers toying with the fabric. “can i…” he trailed off, eyes moving frantically from your face to your pert nipples that lay beneath the thin material.

quickly, you make work of untying the front of your shirt and exposing your tits to the brisk air. “you wanna play with ‘em?” you questioned, desire oozing off your skin like sweat.

“yes, please,” and carefully, his velvety palms slid up your waist, stopping just before he got there. eren’s pupils, blown to their very max, grew wider as he dragged his gaze over you.

he took them both in his hands, fondling them as though they were gold. the pads of his thumbs skimmed over your sensitive nipples, and you couldn’t help the whines slipping past your open mouth. “fuck, just like i imagined.” eren cooed.

just like i imagined. the words were like music to your ears, sending another aching throb to your clit. “you thought about me like this, baby?” you ground your hips down against his lap, body flaring with want when your clit dragged over the hardness of his cock.

eren shook his head, mouth opening around a needy mewl. “n—no. i didn’t mean it like—”

you interrupted him with another roll of your hips, grabbing him by the chin and muffling the moans coming from his mouth with a frenetic kiss. the sounds he sang into your mouth had your hips moving faster against him, and you weren’t a virgin, but you swore you could cum from just hearing him alone. “tell me the truth, ‘ren.” you breathed over his mouth. “you thought about touching me like this?”

“yeah,” he admitted, pinching your nipples between his fingers. “i really try not to, but you’re so fucking pretty.” at that, you could feel your pussy grow impossibly needier, arousal soaking the thin fabric of your panties.

deciding that you couldn’t take it any longer, you crawled off his lap until you were kneeling before him, the tent of his erection more prominent than ever in his pants. you purred, “did you think about this, too?” as you pulled his pants down his legs and took his thick cock in your hand.

six inches at least, the head flushed a pretty shade of pink, a thick vein running under it, a shiny bead of precum leaking from his tip, and the erection casting a shadow across your face. the sight of it had your mouth watering and your hips moving against nothing, desperate and aching to have it inside of you. “answer me, ‘ren.”

eren made a noise that was a mix between a moan and a cry. “shit—yeah. i can’t help it, your mouth’s so fuckin’ pretty.” he looked down at you, cradling your cheek with a shaky palm.

as you began to slowly stroke his dick, you adjusted the placement of his hand just slightly, so that his thumb was sitting against your lips. you pressed a light kiss to it before taking it into your mouth. “you’re so—fuck.” you felt him harshly buck his hips up into your hands when you began to suck on it.

watching the sanity drain from his eyes as he looked down on you had you a mess, pussy unattended and drooling with want. “i’ll cum if you keep doing this.”

“but i want you to.” you pouted, dropping his thumb from your mouth.

eren nodded, swallowing thickly. “i do too, but…” you searched for an answer in his eyes, but came up blank. “not like—”

“oh.” goosebumps rose along your skin at the realization. “do you wanna cum in my mouth, eren?”

“i—” you stamped wet kisses along that vein under his dick, and reveled in the sight of him bucking up against your ministrations.

“you what?”

he nodded, fingers digging into his mattress comforter. “i do, i—i really fucking—”

you let a bead of saliva fall onto his tip before taking it your mouth, sucking on it nice and slow, gauging his reactions before you went any further. “‘s that feel good, baby?”

“mhm,” sniffle. “yeah.”

“want me to take it deeper?”

“do whatever you w—”

before he could finish, you were taking him between your lips, not stopping until you could feel him at the back of your throat, his dark thatch of pubes brushing against the tip of your nose.

“oh, shit—fuck. you’re so good…” eren whimpered, trying his best to keep his hips planted where they were.

you pulled off, a string saliva connecting the two of you. “fuck my face, eren.” you rasped. the lust etched into his features quickly morphed into confusion. “i want you to use me, okay?”

he nodded unsteadily, and when you sucked him back into your mouth, you were surprised he actually listened. cautiously, his fingers carded through your hair, and he held your head in place while fucked up into your mouth.

there you go, baby. just like that. your fingers found themselves teasing your clit through the drenched material of your panties, so worked up at the feeling of him using your mouth just the way you both needed.

not long after, you could hear him cry, “oh, fuck. i’m cumming, i’m cumming, i—” followed by warm, thick streams of cum painting the back of your throat. you pulled away, wiping rogue trails of drool from the corners of your mouth.

eren’s chest heaved as if he’d just run a marathon and his eyes were focusing and unfocusing about five times a second. satisfaction burned in your chest. after catching your breath, you wondered aloud, “was that just like you imagined too?”

eren pulled you off the ground by your arms so that you were straddling him again, rasping into your mouth, “i wanna feel you.”

genuinely caught off guard and still a little dizzy from what you just did, “huh?”

“i want you to fuck me.” he said—no, begged—as his grip on your waist grew tighter. “please, baby.”

you stared down into the oasis of his eyes and were met back with nothing but need. pure, unadulterated need. “alright.”

after shimmying your skirt and heels off your body, you pushed him backwards on the bed until he was at the headboard. “i’m gonna ride you. is that okay?”

“yeah, that’s—” he interrupted himself with a grunt when you guided his hands to the hem of your panties, gesturing for him to pull them down.

“if you get these off of me, i’ll let you keep ‘em.” you grinned wantonly, fingers drawing patterns over his happy trail.

not a second later, eren’s hand was on the nape of your neck, pulling you into a sloppy, passion-drunk kiss; your back contorted into a deep arch as his soft tongue moved dizzily around your mouth, all while he pulled your underwear down your shaky legs.

“feel how wet i am, ‘ren.” you implored between kisses. you brought his all-too-careful hand to the very center of your frustration, shivering slightly as his fingertips grazed your clit. “and it’s all for you.”

“for me?” he exhaled, rubbing you in soft, torturous circles. you could tell they were only experimental, and that he didn’t really know what he was doing. still, you couldn’t deny it felt fucking incredible.

your hips fell victim to his tantalizing ministrations, grinding desperately against his timid fingers. “yes, baby. it’s all yours.”

you positioned yourself above his dick, letting it catch on to your clit a couple times before aligning it with your dripping hole. “you want this?”

“more than anyth—” you sank down slowly on the tip, letting out a few whimpers of your own at the stretch of just that alone. eren whimpered helplessly before you, any prior thoughts completely forgotten as his hands find purchase on your hips. “more, more, please. i needa feel your pussy so bad.”

“you’re so fucking big, ‘ren.” you whined as you brought yourself lower and lower with every sniffle and whimper from him, the remaining bits of your resolve crumbling as his thick cock stretched you out. when you sank down completely, eren’s face had scrunched up so tight you thought it might cramp. “do you like the way my pussy feels, baby?”

just as he was about to answer, you rose to the tips of your toes to bounce yourself up and down on it. loud, provocative squelching noises followed each pass of your sopping cunt against his dick. “i love it, i love it, i fuckin’ love it, baby.”

eren’s eyes screwed shut and you halted slightly, moving up to bounce only on his tip. you grab him gently by the chin, and his pretty eyes flutter open. “keep your eyes on me while i fuck you, okay, ‘ren?” he just nodded pathetically, keeping his eyes fixed to you even as tears streamed down his face. “yeah, just like that. you’re doing so good for me.”

you dropped your fingers down to let them pass against your clit, ordering, “open for me.” before you dropped them into eren’s waiting mouth. when you took those fingers from his mouth so you could cradle his face, it wasn’t long before the tip of his dick found that deep, sensitive spot inside you that had you close to cumming in only a matter of seconds.

“i’m gonna cum, ‘ren.” you mewled. desperately, you leaned forward to take his lips in a messy, lustful kiss. “gonna cum all over your dick, baby. you want that?”

the fat of your ass dimpled under the pressure of his fingers. “god, yes! please, please just keep fucking me like that.”

it only took a few more hits on that spot before you felt your body erupt with the built up pressure of your orgasm, gushing streams of white all over eren’s cock with a cry of, “fuckfuckfuckfuck!” skin nearly bursting in flames at the sheer intensity of your release.

“i’m so close,” eren cried, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “can i…” his voice died, then came back. “cum inside you?”

you smiled into his mouth. “yeah, baby fill me up.” and just as you were about to muster the little strength remaining in your knees, eren held you where you sat.

“no, i wanna do it this time.” he whispered. “just sit there and let me use you, okay?”

shocked (and a little turned on) by his foreign demeanor, your mouth fell agape. eren took the opportunity to kiss you as he pounded up into your pussy, filling the room with the repeated sounds of skin slapping and fucked out moans.

soon after, you could feel eren cumming inside you, singing a slight whine of your name as he caked your walls in thick layers of white.

when the two of you came down from your post-orgasm high, eren wrapped a blanket around your bodies and pressed light kisses over your cheeks before sitting his fogged glasses on his nightstand. falling asleep next to you without a care in the world.

so, yeah, you’d say tutoring was going a little better than you had imagined.

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carbondioxidewater · 2 years ago

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hi lmao, what is this. my first time doing smut, I have no idea what I'm doing. eren, what have you done to me. 🫣 I'm so ashamed, I never wanted to do smut, but now I'm here laughing lmaoooo 💀💀💀 sorry for any mistakes I haven't noticed yet btw <3

warnings: nsfw, eren x fem!reader, age gap, slightly obsessive/possesive eren?, slight stalking, fingering, oral (f!receiving)

word count: 4,5K

Senses

When Eren Jaeger met his best friends stepmom for the first time, he held his breath for a second. The world stood still for him as he imprinted your face into his head and, unable to speak properly, stuttered when he introduced himself. From that moment on, Eren gave up on every girl that wasn't you, not that you were aware of it though.

He never understood why a young and beautiful woman like you - barely 22 - dated this far too old and grumpy 36-year old man, who also happened to be a single father to a teenage kid. How could a boring man like him pull you? You were perfect, the most beautiful creature he has ever laid eyes on. He did not deserve you, he thought, his pubescent 15-year old self overwhelmed by the high testosterone in his body.

He often imagined kissing you, caressing your skin, and doing way more dirty things with you. But you never had a clue, always welcoming him like the child that he was, obviously never remotely seeing him as anything other than the best friend of your stepson.

That was until you met him again, almost 7 years later and in his prime time, girls and boys of every age stunned at the bare sight of him.

You were just casually grocery shopping - you ran out of potatoes a few days ago and you needed them for today's meal - when Eren approached you out of the blue. It took you quite a few seconds to recognize the tall male in front of you, the last time you've seen him was ages ago, his existence almost vanished from your memory. He was not only taller than you now, he also grew out his now long hair that was tied up in a man-bun, and you were sure the muscles around his veiny arms weren't there last time.

You welcomed him with a smile at this coincidental encounter.

Coincidental…If you only knew that Eren was watching you from afar ever since he recognized you a few weeks ago, observing your every move whenever he spotted you in the supermarket again.

He never forgot about you, but saying that he didn't move on with his life after you left his best friends father - which shattered his world back then, he never liked him with you, but it was the only chance of seeing you - would be a lie. Luckily, his best friend and you stayed in contact, so he stayed in touch with you too for a while, trying some minor moves here and there when they were in your apartment, but as always, you didn't take it seriously, you never did. You never paid attention to his lovesick eyes, overlooked his flirtatious behaviour towards you and took the various pick-up lines or compliments as cheeky, juvenile jokes.

One year on Valentine's Day, you were still with his best friends father, he bought you your favourite flowers and chocolate, he knew all your favourites, he paid a lot of attention already back then, and a self-made card, but you just laughed at his innocence, telling him he should have given the gifts to a girl he liked and not you.

The answer upset him. You were the girl he liked, the woman he liked, the woman he adored.

But he had to give up on you eventually, seeing he had no chance of ever crossing the barrier that's between the two of you. He distracted himself and only visited his friend when he was at his father's.

But now he was older. Now, he wouldn't give up on you anymore. Now, he was going to have you, all of you.

Eren is quite the sight now, with his sharp bone structure and those stinging, green eyes and oh, his voice. His alluring, deep voice that made the knees of everyone near him weak. Not you though, you were not aware of his seductive aura, not yet. But he would change that.

"Eren? What a surprise! I haven't seen you in ages! Didn't even recognize you at first!" you exclaimed with a smile, a smile that did outworldly damage to his heart and trousers.

"How are you doing?" you further asked.

You chatted for a while, updating each other on your current lives before heading to the checkout to pay.

After you both paid for your things, Eren only bought a protein shake - he was only there for you in the first place, knowing at what time you usually go to the supermarket - while you had two full bags of groceries, Eren offered to drive you home in his car, not letting a lady carry her heavy bags around the city on her own, as he said.

"Ah, they are not that heavy and I'm not that weak, you know. Still, thanks for offering." you excused yourself but he didn't let his chance slip away.

"I know you aren't, but it's on my way, if you still live where you used to. Really no big deal." he lied.

On his way? He had nowhere to be, coming the extra mile for you from the other part of the town where he lived, even though the girl that was the reason he's been in this district the past few months in the first place was probably waiting for his call. But she was long forgotten, you're the only one in his thoughts again. It's safe to say that he is a little obsessed even.

You agreed hesitantly and soon you were seated next to him in his car. As if to impress you, he held the wheel with just one hand, the other one placed on top of the gear shift, indirectly bringing up his ability of placing his hand up the thighs of whoever sat beside him while driving.

While thinking of doing that on yours, he smirked a little, unnoticed by you though.

"So, how has the rest of your life been going? Did you find your Mr. Right finally?" he cautiously asked the question he feared of having the answer to, the one reason he didn't dare to approach you earlier on.

He awaited your response with a quickening heart-beat, discreetly side-eyeying you. You just let out a little chuckle.

"No, not yet, I'm good on my own." you shortly replied before continuing.

Thank the gods, he thought in relief.

"And what about you? Did you find a worthy girlfriend already?" you teasingly asked, an innocent grin slightly spreading on your face.

Hell yes he did.

"Working on it." he briefly responded and you didn't know he meant you.

You nodded in response.

"Good luck then, I hope this works out." you smiled at him and his heart was missing a beat.

"Me too." he voiced, eyes not leaving yours for what felt like an eternity for him, until the traffic lights turned green and he softly let out a cough to escape his daydreaming.

It's been just a few seconds in reality though, so you did not take note of the sudden tenseness radiating next to you.

When you arrived he insisted on carrying his things to your apartment for you. You wanted to turn him down - without success.

When he stepped inside your housing, the fresh smell of the apartment together with your own personal smell that he loved and missed so much made the way up to his nose. Just smelling your perfume as you passed by resulted in his pants getting tighter. He could hide it pretty well though, his oversized joggers not letting the sight of it come through.

In the kitchen, he finally put your bags down and tucked the loose strands of his hair behind his ear, they immediately fell back down though, too short to be tucked in. He walked around a little, reminiscing in nostalgia before noticing the flowers in the living room and speaking up again.

"Who are they from?" he asked, panicking over the possibility that you were seeing another man.

"Are tulips your favourite flowers?" They weren't. He knew your favourites were bluebells. But he couldn't let you know he knows.

"Actually, my favourites are bluebells, but I like tulips too." you replied to him.

"Whoever got you these must be an unmindful dirtbag then." he impudently announced and you laughed.

"Well, you could say that." you said with a chuckle.

"But enough talking about meaningless stuff, can I offer you a drink? I have water, apple juice or tea-…" you listed.

Meaningless stuff? Nothing about you was meaningless to Eren, he wants to know everything about you.

"Just water please, thanks."

"No need to thank me, that's the least I can do to pay back your help."

"You don't have to pay back anything. I insisted on it, you don't owe me a thing." he quickly made clear, not wanting you to feel as if you're in his debt.

"Wow, I wish my boyfriends would've had this mindset." you joked while heading to the kitchen, Eren slowly following you.

"You might as well make me your boyfriend then." Eren remarked and you thought he was kidding until you saw the stern expression in his face.

He stepped closer to you, seducing eyes laid on yours as your back leaned against the fridge. The lust was written all over his face, the latter coming nearer and closer to yours. Your heart quickened its pace and a certain nervousness went through your body. He stopped right before your face.

"Kiiiddinggg" he then voiced lowly and you were taken aback. Never before did you feel such unknown feelings around him, around anyone to be specific.

You've never felt nervous around other men, only felt comfort with your previous partners. No butterflies in your stomach, no increasing heart-beat. You dated out of reason, not passion.

But in this moment, your lower belly started to tingle uncomfortably and you noticed a sensation that was only familiar to you because it appeared whenever you were expected to introduce an important presentation at work.

You didn't catch up on the fact that it was in fact Eren who made you feel like that due to the unknown feelings inside of you. You thought you were just stressed about something subsconciously.

You didn't realize yet that, from now on, you'll start to see Eren with different eyes. But you would understand soon, Eren would make sure of that.

It wasn't until the next time you saw Eren with your former stepson - standing at your door - that you discovered that the uneasiness swarming over your body was actually his doing. You tried to shake off those thoughts and feelings, in your eyes he was still the youngster, although a small part of you slowly started to see the young, attractive man he bloomed into.

And the fact that he suddenly showed up everywhere you set a foot on, making sneaky and flirty remarks here and there, consuming your mind like an unquenchable, raging fire didn't make things easier. You didn't know if your brain was tricking you and you were seeing things that weren't there or if Eren's presence, this threatening but exciting aura, was really there when you couldn't make out his figure.

But you didn't oversee his obvious attemps anymore. All of a sudden, bundles of bluebells were sent your door in regular intervals and your former stepson and his best friend came over surprisingly often. You even started to tell your friends about it, being ashamed of your own, baffling feelings, but they didn't see the clear problematic, even telling you to go after it and enjoy yourself.

"He's only 23. This feels weird." you said, talking into the microphone of your phone.

"You were just 22 too when you dated this lame old man." a friend of yours remarked.

You chuckled at her response, she never liked your ex. It was true, you were very young the time you dated him, but you never regretted it, thinking you were mature enough for this relationship. But now that you were in this situation, you didn't know if Eren was mature enough. Of course you didn't plan to ever go after your weird new feelings, but just rhetorically thinking about it: 6 1/2 years is a huge gap, especially considering that at his age, he still isn't completely grown up.

Eren knew how obvious he was. That was his plan ever since he saw the nervosity in your eyes in the kitchen. Seeing you like this, behaving clumsily on his account, only fueled his hunger for you. Finally, your eyes were directed at him.

It was another day of Eren and your Ex's son visiting you. Usually, whenever your stepson headed over for the night, he was staying in your guest room. Tonight was one of those nights and this time, Eren was staying too.

The bare presence of him made you uneasy. You went around your living room, back and forth between the window on the one side and the door at the opposite, when it suddenly ringed at the door. You knew who it was.

Eren in the guest room listened carefully to the soft timbre of your voice.

"Go home, Caleb, I have guests. I told you it's over." you quietly muttered, your Ex, or could you even call him that, you've only met up a few times before you called it quits, continued walking up the stairs to your apartment.

"Your stepson again? Really, you should finally end this, how long have you and his father been separated now? Why are you still in touch with him?" he growled and you rolled your eyes.

"He will always be part of my life." you commented, even though your relationship now is more of a brotherly-sisterly one.

Eren curiously asked his friend who the man on the other side of the door was.

"I don't know, probably one of her thousand admirers…Don't tell me you still have a crush on her." he grinned, one brow raised as he awaited his best friend's answer.

Eren just smirked.

"What if I had?" he cockily asked.

"Never gonna happen bro, forget about her. She's out of your league. Literally."

"Just wait and see." Eren hummed, arms behind his head as he smiled against the door, eavesdropping once again.

"Come on, let me in, I just want to talk a little." the man in front of you pleaded.

"I told you everything you need to know. Now, would you be so kind to leave, I'm tired." you stated but he didn't listen. Instead, he shoved you aside and pushed himself inside.

"I don't think you did. I won't leave until I'm pleased with the answer. I sent you flowers, you forgot? Those were expensive, you owe me some time." he announced, his voice deeper than before.

That's when the door to the guest room opened and someone interfered the two of you, hand gripping Caleb's and back facing your body as he looked down at the unwelcomed man.

"She doesn't owe you a thing. Those were expensive? Yeah, they also were the wrong ones. You could've at least put some effort and bring her her favourites. If I heard it right, she told you to leave." Eren remarked and you looked up at him in shock.

Caleb, overwhelmed with the situation when a second guy came out of the room and positioned himself next to Eren, walked a few steps back before making poor excuses.

"Save your words, I don't care anyways. Get out of here. Now." Eren harshly threatened and Caleb did as he said, whispering cusses under his breath.

"And next time, you respect her decision, and not just when another man shows up!" Eren added before closing the door. Even though this mentality should be the bare minimum, you couldn't deny that it was attractive to you.

"Sorry for interfering, are you okay?" he then asked and you quickly fell out of your trance and revisioned what has just happened.

"I don't think he would've done anything I couldn't have handled myself, but thanks anyways." you kind of thanked him, a little hesitant due to your independent nature.

Eren smiled warmly.

"I know you could have. But why should you use your energy for this piece of shit? He doesn't deserve your attention." Eren noted.

He doesn't, but I do. Save your energy for me. he thought.

"Because it's my business, not yours." you let out a little rudely.

Eren was too stunned to speak as you made your way back into the living room. Of course you wouldn't be that easy to persuade. The most thrilling part of the hunt is the chase. But obviously, he doesn't just want to have you once, he wants to have you forever. And most importantly, he wants you to choose him out of your own desire.

A few hours later, you were already growing tired, it was past midnight after all, you were making your way up to the bathroom. When you opened the door, a bare-chested Eren was standing in front of the sink, eyes glued to the mirror in front of him, busy with his shirtless reflection. He immediately noticed the intruder, promptly locking eyes with you. You too were busy with his shirtless figure in front of you, turning red from embarassment, especially because you found him so shamelessly appealing.

You shut the door instantly after forcing out a quick but faint "sorry" and went straight into the kitchen, drinking a glass of water to cool down while glancing out the window.

Soon enough, Eren left the bathroom and followed your trail. You mentally prepared yourself and turned around, but when you saw he was still shirtless, you turned your head again, not knowing where to look as it was pitch black, the only source of light being the glowing moonlight.

He came nearer until the moon kissed his face and all his marvellous features were visible. He stopped right in front of you, peering down as he mustered you sharply while your wide eyes looked up at him. His eyes were relaxed but his gaze intensely fixated at you and his mouth was closed as he calmly in- and exhaled air through his nose, his firmed chest and toned shoulders rising and falling with each breath.

The heat rose through your core at his sudden closeness and the thought of his well-trained eight-pack that was almost touching your skin. You felt like you were going insane, going feral over his piercing eyes and muscular abs like this.

"I'm sorry for invading…" you articulated, your body betraying you with a trembling voice. Eren's gaze intensified before his deep voice reached your ears.

"It's your property." he claimed, referring to your apartment with the intention of telling you not to worry. You stood silent and just gawked at his beautiful physique, which unconsciously drew you closer to him. He noticed.

"So am I." he further stated and it took you a while to process his words, your eyes still overwhelmed by the direct sight of him.

"…what?" you silently asked, not completely yourself yet and still lost in his eyes.

"I'm yours I mean." he repeated.

"..If you want me." he corrected himself, needing your approval.

"Eren…what are you saying. You're 23-"

"Doesn't matter."

"You're his best friend-."

"Doesn't. Matter."

He was persistent.

"You're tired, go to bed." you said after a while, straightening your posture and furrowing your eyebrows because you were overstrained by the current situation.

"Tired?" he laughed before continuing.

"Yeah, tired of admiring you from afar."

You were unable to speak.

"Just say no and I'll go." he took your right hand into his and led it to his mouth, gently kissing it.

"But if there is just the slightest part of you that wants this-" he turned your hand around, kissing your palm now and meeting your gaze, observing you closely.

"..then let me know and I'll do everything to please you." he closed his eyes and concentrated on the brief peck, leading your hand to his cheek and nestling his face into it then.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked after a pause.

"No." you slipped out of reflex. When you realized your answer, and the promptness it came with, you quickly diverted the focus.

"B-but what's with-"

"He's asleep. Don't worry, I'll be gentle and we'll be silent." he reassured.

That's the only thing that has stopped you. In this moment, you couldn't deny the excitement inside of you anymore. You needed him, more than you wanted to admit.

A quick nod was everything he needed to get started. Immediately, he pushed his mouth on yours, passionately making out with your puffy lips. His lips were soft and experienced, you could tell by the way he moved them, dominantly taking the lead to your content. He softly bit your bottom lip, then licked over it, connecting your tongue with his as soon as you opened up.

One hand he placed at the back of your head, pulling you even closer against him, the other was holding your hip, occasionally travelling over your butt then roughly pushing your leg up towards him and against his waist. You could feel his dick hardening in his pants as he reflexively grinded against you. But today was not for his pleasure. Today, he would make sure of your well-being, thinking of your delight as his only need of satisfaction.

The kiss was hot, a burning sensation that made you lust for more, but at the same time it was tender, a fondness inside of his raw attitude that you have never felt before. When he separated both of your lips, you already missed his taste, a mix of peppermint toothpaste and coconut lip balm. He slowly got onto his knees.

"Let me apologize properly." he spoke about the incident at the door earlier.

"Take my forgiveness." were his last words before he lifted up your night gown and caressed the fabric of your underwear.

Your still clothed pussy was already dripping of arousal at the warm touch, his fingers brushing against your lingerie until he shoved it down, your bare vulva now exposed to him, increasing the already present bulge in his pants.

Holy shit, he thought, you truly were perfect.

He made use of his long, slender fingers again and started rubbing your clit, scanning your face to make sure you enjoyed yourself. When you shut your eyes close and hummed in response, he knew he was doing good and joy grew inside of him.

When he felt like the time was ready and you were worked up enough, he shoved a finger inside of you, planting another in right after. You let out a loud moan at this sudden penetration, regretting it immediately as you remembered the sleeping man in the guest room.

"Shhh, we don't want to wake up a certain someone, do we?" Eren teased, continuing his still slower pace.

"You were looking at the moon when I came in. Go back to doing it." he raised his hand and pressed your chin up. Your back was leaned against the window seat, torso hovering over it and head tilted back in your neck as you watched the scenery upside down.

Eren couldn't believe his eyes, you bented over him like that was all he ever wished for.

When he made sure you were in the position he wanted, he shoved a third finger inside of your cunt and quickened the pace. Simultaneously, he took your slip and tucked it into your mouth, stifling your whines.

"Shhh princess, just listen to the sound of your pretty, wet folds."

This sentence alone made you go feral and when all of a sudden he started using his tongue to lick over your clit, you couldn't contain yourself anymore, rolling your eyeballs back in pure bliss. His tongue-game was just too good to be true.

"That's my good girl." he praised when he saw you were struggling and fighting to hold in your moans, using your one hand to tug at his hair and push him nearer while your other arm rested on the surface below you.

"Nah-uh!" Eren denied when you bowed your head, pushing it back again by your chin.

"I know it's hard angel, but I need you to concentrate. Can you do that for me?" Eren asked, glancing up to you and searching for approval.

You affirmed and obeyed, trying to focus on the moon again.

This was so nasty, so dangerous, so wrong, but it felt so right, the way he spoiled your core with his thought-out movements. It was a game of senses, and you loved every second of it.

Eren enjoyed the sight more than anything in his entire life, finally, he thought, he got a taste of what he craved for so long. And your juices were tastier than he could've ever imagined. He took your legs and placed them on top of his shoulders, one at a time, so you wouldn't lose your balance, so that he had a better view and an even better access to your entrance.

"Shit, you'll be the death of me. What a sweet fucking cunt." he cussed between your folds, his low voice vibrating against your skin as his nails digged into the skin of your ass.

It was him now who had to suppress his moans, cock twitching and stretching his pants until it began to hurt. He's never been this hard, what on earth were you and your delicious pussy doing to him?

You felt your release coming, walls clenching fiercely around his fingers. He took notice of it and understood. He quickened his pace, taking in all of your pussy that he could, eating you out like his life depended on it and doing god's work while at it.

The rapid change was too intense for you to not flood you with satisfaction, drowning in the euphoria of Eren making a mess out of you. You announced your high by mildly swinging your legs back and forth, whimpering hard against the fabric in your jaw that thankfully dimmed the noises, but not enough for Eren to hear.

"It's alright baby, go on." he encouraged and you did as he said.

You came all over his face, pleasure overtaking your body as you rocked your hips against his head while getting down your high. He took you through your orgasm by continuing tongue-fucking you until all of his fingers left your insides, slowly retreating one after another until your hole was empty and craving for him again.

You both panted as Eren carefully put you down on your own legs again. Standing up, he guided his fingers to his mouth, cleaning them with his own saliva, relishing in the taste of your cream while murmuring a faint "mmmhh" and narrowly holding eye contact with you. The sheer view of him enjoying your essence made your cheeks heaten up. He then took the cloth out of your mouth, adjusted your silky gown and helped you put on your wet underwear after you've recovered.

You were still out of your senses when Eren leaned his forehead against yours.

"You okay?" he asked and you just nodded, taking a glance at the gorgeous male.

"You did so good, so fucking good." he praised you again.

He pecked your forehead when he unexpectedly felt something tugging at his waist. You were grasping the belt of his pants, trying to remove it and undress him, but he quickly stopped you.

"I owe you…that…" you mumbled hazily, hinting at giving him a blowjob.

"No, no, sweetie. No pay-back with me, remember? I'm gonna take care of that later, don't you worry." he assured, but you wanted to protest.

"But-" you began, but he already interrupted you.

"We're saving that for another time. The things I plan to do to you can't be done in silence." he grinned viciously, once again kissing your head before carrying you to your room.

"But now it's time to sleep."

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