#eren x mikasa smut

[jjkeremika]

in sin, we delight

description: Mikasa’s a Reverend’s daughter. Eren's a doctor’s son who doesn't believe in God.

"Mikasa," he repeated in a whisper, a new name sounding so familiar on his tongue. A tone so hushed lest the angels hear a demon's child say her name. The light in a perpetual darkness. The hope in an eternal damnation. The bliss in a life lost. The freedom in an unwilling confinement.

She stayed in front of the altar, staring up at the man. The resemblance was there, of course it was. He would always bear the same face of that young boy she desperately prayed to forgive and forget.

And in that moment, Eren realized that God does exist--because she stood before him, in all her effervescent glory. Because he just said her name.

tag/disclaimer: very late submission for eremika smut week 2024 (kind of a mix of day 3 and day 5); religious motifs; God or Goddess; overstimulation; oral sex/cunnilingus; first time; penetration; wondering how to get eren on his knees? be mikasa; worship and idolatry; ao3

To love another is to see the face of God.

Reverend Ackerman wasn’t strict about attendance. He understood the turmoils and stresses of life. He accepted that some days were harsher than others, and a tumultuous trek to the church was rougher on weary, exhausted bones. He praised those who could make it, hoped for those who skipped to come another day, prayed for those who lost hope, who disappeared.

Reverend Ackerman never enforced attendance. He reminded his clergy of the kindest tenants, spoke highly of those who were likely tired and frustrated within their lives, recited relevant scripture to persevere. To hope. To believe once again.

Reverend Ackerman never mandated attendance, yet he remembered all those who appeared. Memorized who arrived for what session and when. Kept space in his heart and mind for those who may return. Reserved seats in pews at the back for those who never did.

Reverend Ackerman remembered them dearly, prayed for them daily. For the one family that routinely stopped coming on Sundays. For the one family whose father disliked the preaching, took his son by his hand, and exited through the arch doors, golden with rays of God’s light. Disappeared and never returned. He hoped for their safety, their sanity, their resiliency, their forgiveness.

And so, Reverend Ackerman prayed every night for the Jaeger’s sanctity, for their eventual return.

His daughter matched these prayers. For the happiness of the boy she never saw smile. For the safety of the boy who always shifted in the pew. For the return of the boy she never saw again. For the salvation of the boy she never saw pray.

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20 years ago, the Reverend delivered a notable Sunday sermon. About forgiveness for the Eldians for century-old sins, about a history intentionally forgotten by its people, about how devils are born from rejecting God's love. How these sins carry with the living, find a peaceful retribution in the souls of those who remember. How it lives on achingly in the spirits of the dead.

It is important to remember. Not for punishment, but wisdom. It is important to remember. Not in terror, but respect. It is important to remember. Not for revenge, but forgiveness. It is important to remember. For salvation, not condemnation. It is important to remember. For our ancestry, for our lives. Lest we forget.

The attending crowd murmured approval, hummed their joint hymns of appreciation and solidarity. Praised their Reverend for a truth thoughtfully spoken, with words delicately weaved and threaded together.

Reverend Ackerman could never forget the one man who quietly stood at the back of the pews. Would never forget a face forged of a quiet indignity, with a fist tightly grasping at the hand of a boy the Reverend could only presume to be his son. A hardened version of the face he witnessed sit silently at the back every Sunday.

Clearly the man had heard enough. He carefully led his son to the entrance. The young boy--couldn't have been much older than his daughter--his head turned over his shoulder to look out at the Reverend for what would be the last time. The boy extended his free arm, reached out down the aisle, palm open. Expressionless, yet painfully expressive.

His daughter bore witness. Stood carefully next to the Reverend and observed the premature, gallant exit. Her head tilted. She flexed her hand.

This moment wrote itself into their brains. Hardwired into their memories. The sermon would be forgotten. Their actions would live on forever.

Lest we forget.

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Mikasa was older now. She'd grown into her existence as a confident soul. She knew more, could remember more.

What God decided which memories were retained? With the evolution of the brain, its multiple networks and high capacity--how were some events unforgettable? How were some events on permanent recall?

What God decided what was worth the precious storage? Why was his face always a part of that?

The young boy who would have grown into a man. The last day of his in their church. Decades passed, yet she remembered his face so vividly. The last rays of noon highlighting a confusion that she didn't quite understand at the time. An emotion that, as she reflected back, she still didn't quite comprehend.

A sense of boredom from the sermon. A sense of excitement from the abrupt actions of his father. A sense of betrayal from the exit. A sense of longing towards the altar. A sense of loyalty. Of dread. Relief.

Mikasa was older now. She'd watched many families leave the church after long days of prayer. Many of their lives blurred between the lines. Whose grandfather was on life support, whose lives experienced particular hardship, whose families needed extra prayer to set them free from their actions, or from the actions of those they'd never met. All of it bled into an indiscriminate mesh, an impossibly coiled weave of strings and wires she could never untangle.

Yet she'd never been able to forget him as he was dragged down the aisle, one foot after another. The feeling in her chest, constricted and chafing. An epitome of something more, something she couldn't quite name, something that never made sense. Never fit right.

Mikasa was older now. Full of love and forgiveness and belief. To believe in love, because she is full of it. To know of its existence, because she spreads it. To witness its effects in her community blossom into a fruitful meadow, intertwined with kindness and blessings that she felt honored to provide. To be selfish with it, by all the while searching for a face she couldn't be certain she'd recognize.

That is, until she stood before him. Preparing the altar for another day of service, in early morning, when footsteps approached the gallivant entrance, echoed through the hallow hall.

She turned around, set the basket of unlit candles on the table. She met the barely taller man by eye, smiled gently. Her eyes scanned his face and body, kindly assessed him.

“Good morning,” she greeted softly, the nerves in her brain firing as they processed the sight of the man. “The service doesn’t start for another hour or so, but please feel free to make yourself comfortable here.”

He stared at her silently for a moment—a moment that likely lasted a few seconds, but felt like slow minutes, passing like coarse sand in a fixed hourglass.

Her eyebrow knit closer to her eye as she considered his features. He looked oddly familiar, yet she was certain he had not attended any recent services. She had half a mind to ask, yet she knew better—service was not mandatory, people could come and go as they pleased. Her family served a large community. The doors were open to all those who passed by, travelers and inhabitants and settlers alike. Was it possible to remember everyone who had graced these pews?

His green eyes filtered to the candles, gestured out with a large palm towards the basket. “Can I help at all?”

Her eyebrows raised, in surprise by the gesture or the sound of his voice, she couldn’t be sure. The thought briefly crossed her mind: if she left him unanswered, if he’d ask again, she’d hear the sound once more. In that moment she could surmise definitively, she had never heard this voice before. Never would it be lost in the symphony of a crowd’s prayers and hums and amens.

He took a daring step forward. She took a sudden step back, bumped into the table and knocked a loose candle from the holder. It snapped as it hit the decorated floor, rolled towards him.

He knelt down on one knee and grabbed both ends easily, held them up to her with an outstretched palm.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he started, still on one knee, staring up at her like something holy, like she were an angel in her own right. He spoke slowly, like each word was formed with an intentional breath, like he was speaking to someone revered. He watched her carefully, listened even when she had nothing to say. “Just wanted to offer my service before the prose.”

Like she were hit with a flash of lightning, she knew who she was speaking to. Felt the memory run through her bones, fought the urge to welcome him back to salvation.

“My name is Eren.” She carefully took the broken candle from his palm. He carefully rose to his feet, kept his hand out to take hers. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

A boy she hardly knew, now a man she’d never met. There was an unfamiliar warmth and ache sent through her body at his words. Did it hurt to be unremarkable? Unmemorable? By someone she could never forget?

"Mikasa," she introduced, allowed him to take her hand in his palm.

"Mikasa," he repeated in a whisper, a new name sounding so familiar on his tongue. A tone so hushed lest the angels hear a demon say her name. The light in a perpetual darkness. The hope in an eternal damnation. The bliss in a life lost. The freedom in an unwilling confinement.

She stayed in front of the altar, staring up at the man. The resemblance was there, of course it was. He would always bear the same face of that young boy she desperately prayed to forgive and forget.

And in that moment, Eren realized that God does exist, because she stood before him, in all her effervescent glory. Because he just said her name.

“We’ve met before actually,” she spoke without forethought. Did it need to be known? Did it palliate the ache? “A long time ago.”

He seemed unphased. Like a lapse in memory was commonplace for him. Like he’d had this very conversation before. “Ah, I’m sorry, I don’t recall. Though I suppose that makes sense. My family did attend this church when I was young.”

“You remember coming here?” Mikasa picked up the basket again, replaced the candle that had broken.

“No,” he answered with a curt shake of his head. Quickly glanced around, but settled back on her. His gaze was intense, yet she didn’t feel observed or scrutinized. More—admired. Revered. “But I’ve been told. It feels awfully familiar.”

“It's common to forget as we grow old." It was a passing comment-- a caption merely meant to pass between phrase. To go unnoticed, unneeded. Unmemorable, like most.

“You remember.” It wasn’t intended as a question, nor was it really addressed to her. More of a confirmation for himself, that such a God would permit his residence in her brain for such a long time. He wondered what he had done to deserve such. "You remember me." He wished he remembered.

There was no need to continue. There was no need to speak at all, yet she couldn’t help but reaffirm. “I do.” Did she add that she’s been looking for him since the day he left? That she searches the crowd of people for the boy who disappeared? That she spent cumulative years out in the community, hunting for that familiar face? That she always felt drawn to him for reasons unknown?

“What did I do to deserve such a grace?” He maintained eye contact, considered reaching out his hand for her to hold. He’s been looking—searching for connection, a semblance of something real. Untouched. Holy.

She smiled smally. To have found what she’d been looking for. To know with certainty, it exists. “Will you be staying for the service?”

He nodded. "I will." He returned her smile. “For as long as it takes.”

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Eren's seen her before, in the town. Twice, to be exact.

The first was at the final worship for the passing of the old Duke. The clergy in the district had been assembled to speak to God on the peoples behalf, to assist in the town's processing of the Duke's eventual passing. To help the Duke cross over into heaven.

Eren didn't care. He was only present because his father was the Duke's doctor (which, in Grisha's own words, "was a sentence worse than the death the Duke will face, because who else would the town blame for his demise, if not the doctor meant to save him?").

Eren spent his time watching the crowd, eying the hungry, the cold. Those the Duke had forgotten who had still come to his bedside. The people surmised the Duke akin to God. Eren called them fools.

There was one member of the church, dressed yet not at the stageside. She was dishing out soup with others he didn't recognize. With hair black as a demon's eyes, eyes charcoal like remnants of a wood fire, she stood out amongst the rest. Her demeanor was warm and inviting. Her smile was soothing and healing. In white, like an angel sent to grace the Duke, she graced his people instead.

He watched her from the back of a large crowd, hidden from view in the creeping shadows. He fixated on her smile, on the flashes of teeth as she spoke to the hungry. Her hands appeared dainty and smooth, yet she worked them with the ineffective spoons and bowls. Something stirred within him, deep inside. Something untouched for ages.

The second time was at a patient's home. The patient had called for the local doctor and a priest. While Grisha and Eren fixed remedies and medicines at the patient's bedside, Reverend Ackerman and his daughter spoke to the family, blessed the room and assisted the patient's comfort.

Eren watched his father ignore the Reverend as they worked independently; one to help the man in bed reach heaven, one to keep him from its pearly gates. Eren recalled vividly the Reverend speaking to his father, interrupting the medicinal concoction. He remembered his father's poignant response, "Reverend, you ask his God for forgiveness and entry. Allow me to keep them from meeting." The Reverend forced a smile. His response was strained, "Continue with your honest work."

The girl outside the room heard, turned her head enough that Eren recognized hair as dark as the devil's, a face as pale as snow. She was the same woman, he was certain of it. Within his proximity, this time, he could she was as pristine up close, as she was from a distance. Truly an angel in image, a goddess in honor.

Never did he speak a word. Never did they interact. Yet she took up permanent residence in his mind.

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Eren didn’t worship.

His family never said grace at the dinner table. His father never encouraged him to pray. He watched his mother kneel at the foot of the bed every night, mumbling incoherent sentiments that he could never quite understand. Forgiveness for what? For being alive? For having a heart? For being human?

Eren didn’t worship.

His father spent every day healing sick people. Drafting and creating remedies to ease the mind and soul, concocting spirits to quench the ill. His father documented everything, watched the good die young and the evil live forever. Witnessed the good die with nothing, the devils survive with pride. His father healed who he could, and solemnly packed up his things and alerted the family when it was too late. His father was no god.

Eren didn’t worship.

His friend lived in poverty. Starved for mere bread and water. Had pennies to his name. His friend was kind. Yet adults paid his family no heed, gave him no help. His friend became weak. His friend stopped praying. You can’t eat prayers. The two of them watched the town council eat meals prepped for the gods. But they can.

Eren didn’t worship.

Eren watched countless people die. People he knew, people he didn’t. People his father tried to help, people he didn’t. Eren watched people starve, watched them succumb to illness, watched them fall to their own greed, or to their own demise. Eren didn’t understand who was chosen to live or die, who was allowed to eat and who wasn’t.

Eren didn’t worship.

He remembered learning about their ancestry. The sins they’ve committed, the atrocities from which they’d long since moved on. He remembered hearing folks blaming the history for their status, for their hunger. He remembered listening to the woes and prayers of the hungry, of the poor. Who is but more deserving of love than those who have nothing?

Eren didn’t worship.

He watched their hymns go answered. Watched their songs go ignored. He didn’t believe. His father didn’t believe. He hoped an afterlife existed for their souls peace, but he doubted its existence. He hoped for one who heard their cries, their stomachs be full in another world, but he couldn’t bring himself to believe.

He had a heart before he had a mind. He had seen suffering before he’d seen joy. He never saw God walking the streets. He never saw God healing the sick.

Eren didn’t worship.

Yet now he found himself on his knees, hands clasped for a woman he hardly knows. A woman who remembered, a woman who heard, a woman who was kind.

Yet he found who would save him. Yet he prayed to her to save him. He’d found a goddess who walked among them. He’d found a saving grace.

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Eren attended church every Sunday afterwards. Sat in the back and paid exclusive attention to the woman who stood by the side of the altar. He watched her carefully, imprinted each movement into his memory. He noted her confidence. He noted her humility. He noted the softness in her tone as she spoke, the honor in her throat as she breathed.

His prayers were simple, for the goddess she was. May she be impressed. May she be inspired. May she be taken by a simple man with little to offer. May she be happy. May she be healthy. May she be proud.

He approached her last every time, once the pews had cleared and the only people left were them and the Reverend. He spoke about the service, about her role. He asked about her life, her interests, her dreams.

Eren was taken with the way her eyes lit like constellations, the way her smile extended with each conversation, the way she didn't shy away from his presence, the way she inquired about him as he did her.

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Today, they were alone at the altar. The pews had emptied out. The Reverend had a house call, an ill person. The Goddess stayed behind, with him.

The natural light was beginning to wane. Their shadows flickered with the candles still lit from the service. She smiled as he approached her, the pleasant expected end to her day.

Today she asked. A question that had been burning into her mind since after the first service he'd stayed to chat. A question built by bricks of intuition and feelings burning deep in her chest. A question scarred by the flames of emotions she felt boiling inside when she was with him.

They had been in conversation. She changed the subject. "Do you believe in fate, Eren?"

His head tilted, the confusion read clearly in his expression. "What?" She didn't blame him, of course. She'd just changed the subject with no relation, no explanation.

Despite all their conversations, not many were about Eren's beliefs and convictions. She knew awfully little about his senses and his thoughts. "Do you believe in soulmates? In fate?" But she'd been burning to know. "That we were destined to meet?"

Candle after candle, wax melted into an answer. "No, we are not soulmates," he answered simply. A slow response that holstered into her heart--Did it stop beating? Perhaps, momentarily. The burning turned twisted and sour, allowing early scars to form.

Yet he took a step forward, used his hands to block her in at her sides. Her back to the altar. He arched his neck, so he was looking directly into her eyes. His face only centimeters apart.

"This--" He gestured between their chests with a thumb and a pointer, left the pointer to rest on her sternum. He could feel the rise and fall of her chest with each stunted breath. "--is not divine intervention." He leaned closer. "And this is most certainly not chance."

She leaned against the altar, and his other hand rose to her thigh. A gentle gesture, a cool hand barely touching hot skin. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile.

"I prayed for this." Each word was intentional, direct. And his attention split between her eyes and lips. The breath stilled in her chest, the air stagnant in her lungs as she slowed to process. "I willed this."

His hand rose to the apex of her thigh. The bright red blush easily took over her pale cheeks, her lips agape as she desperately inhaled. "Eren," she gasped, her voice almost unrecognizable.

His face remained serious, his tone steady. Both hands fell to her thighs, and he slowly bent down to his knees. His hands wrapped around the circumference of her extremities, grasping at the flesh and raising the fabric.

Eren looked up at her from his knees, kept his hold on her legs. "I knit the red threads myself until they spelled out your name."

She whined, uncharacteristic and primal and deep. An unsettling itch resided deep in her pelvis, pulsating with each heavy heart beat under his intense, undivided attention.

Her legs tingled under his touch. Goosebumps formed. Nerves fired and fizzled, sent shivers up her spine and back down to culminate at the apex of her pelvis, right above the most sensitive, seldom explored bud of her body.

Hot blood pulsed through her arteries, warmed her skin and muscles until her bones were burning, until her skin was flushed and pink all over. She felt hotter with each passing second, with each subsequent blink and breath under his adoration.

Mikasa couldn’t bear the intensity anymore, put her hand over his eyes and pushed his head slightly lower. Eren closed his eyes, felt blessed by an angel, prompted by a queen, as her unspoken approval washed over him, felt a smile overtake his face.

One hand fluttered down her leg, grasped at her ankle underneath her dark skirt fabric. He looked up at her anyway, stared at the palm of her hand and saw her flushed embarrassment through cracks of her fingers.

“May I?” the pads of his fingers played at the thin skin of her ankle. She covered her mouth with her free hand, loosely hid the gasp and closed her eyes at the touch. The shiver ran up her spine like a sprint, and her whole body reacted.

“E-Eren,” she whined quietly. She shuddered again.

“Mikasa,” he returned, with a gentle stroke on her skin, rose his hand to brace her calf. “Please, my love, allow me to worship you.”

She squealed and swooned, found herself leaning heavily into the altar table. She nodded frantically, forgetting her hand covered his sight and he desperately needed her verbal command. But he watched through the cracks between her fingers, felt each shiver as his hand slid farther up her calf under the skirt fabric.

Goosebumps followed his trail. His second hand followed the first, glided down her thigh to her calf and slipped under her skirt.

He raised the fabric, slipped his head underneath. His hands caressed the inside of her thighs, his thumbs pressing lightly in circles into the flesh. Mikasa whined softly, gasped untouched as she glanced down and saw the bump of his head under fabric.

Her vision tunneled, focused solely on the feeling of his hands on her. The hot blood pulsed between her legs, right where she could feel Eren’s warm breath against spots she couldn’t name.

She whined at the sound of Eren’s muffled mumbling, felt each word and between breath press against the sponge of her thighs. “Oh, my Goddess who art before me…”

Her heart raced. Her vessels dilated. She felt her chest heaving for desperate breaths as his lips touched to her upper thigh, pressed lingering kisses between every chant.

Her hips bucked sharply at the foreign feeling of lips at her crotch. His tongue lapped out, tentatively at first, as he listened to the myriad of sounds falling from an angel’s lips. He developed into an intoxicating rhythm, where one of her hands clawed at his arm under the fabric and the other covered her mouth.

Mikasa’s face was bright red, flushed with a needy embarrassment unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Her body felt hot. Warm blood pulsed to her fingers and toes, travelled back to her spine with millions of firing nerves that numbed her brain in waves. Beads of sweat formed along her hairline. She couldn’t form words, only incoherent noises and moans that were indecipherable by the gods who overlooked.

Each formidable lick and taunting kiss and teasing love bite to the sensitive skin summed to an acute overwhelming sensation that caused hers legs to tremble and her vision to blur. Her hands collapsed behind her, kept her supported on the altar while Eren buried deeper between her shaking legs.

He was searching for something. Untouched. Holy.

“Oh, m-my—E-Eren!” Her legs cinched together, collapsed in on his head and inadvertently pulled him closer.

Eren mumbled something in response, she knew he did. She couldn’t hear him over the roaring in her ears—no, she could feel each movement of his mouth against the licked-raw nerves, feel it culminate in hardened hearing, blurred vision, shivers down her spine.

The feeling was building, unbearable. She felt weak, occupied, trying to inch away but his hands kept her in position. Her legs cinched tighter, the pressure was building against his head. He smiled wide, biting softly into her thigh to give her a false sense of relief before continuing to lick her senseless.

The acute sensation overwhelming. She was overstimulated. Eren replaced his lips with two fingers, rubbed and touched at her wet clit as he stood upright and pressed his nose on her neck, just under her ear.

He spoke to her calmly, not that she could really process what he was saying, as he coaxed her to climax. Pressed soft kisses and breaths that were cooler than her skin to her neck until she was shaking and shivering and tugging him closer and calling his name.

Her hand swiped down, swatted his hand away as she panted heavily. Her chest was heaving to catch her breath. Eren fixated on her, his eyes scanning over her red face. His smirk was genuine. She was an angel. Sweaty with a halo, breathing life into the world. Yet he gave her heaven. He gave her euphoria.

He left his hand on her inner thigh, still wet from sweat and pleasure. Her skirt fanned over his hand’s position while the other clasped around her neck. Eren leaned forward, until his bulging crotch was pushed into her wet thighs and she hissed pleasantly from the pressure.

Eren kept his nose pressed to her neck, smiling. The relief washed over her as the normalcy set back in, mixed with tinges of sorrow and regret. Sorrow because it was over—she wanted more, so much more. The pleasurable heat and tingling up her spine was more addictive than God. Regret because she wanted more, so, so much more. She shouldn’t want more.

Greed was the sin in her father’s sermons. Greed and pride were all consuming, filled you with unending desire and unfulfilling need. She’s felt it all now, all the greedy pleasure in the world at the cause of a lover. How will it ever be enough?

“I can make you feel God again,” Eren murmured against her skin, littered with light kisses, reminiscent of those that lingered on her thighs and clit. His hand rose to her clit again, something newly familiar that he already loved, tickled the skin gently. She shivered, held a momentary breath. “Or at least call out his name.”

Mikasa shivered and whimpered. The desire was devolving into need—a haughty desperate need. The devil was calling her name. She was answering.

“Oh, Eren,” she moaned breathlessly, wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him ever so closer.

Eren kissed up her jaw, stopped above her lips. “Oh, my love, I’m no God,” he cooed with another lingering kiss to her cheek. “But with one word, I will help you feel heaven.”

She bent her head back, bared her neck with a light moan as she considered his words carefully. He kissed along her neck, let one hand fall along her spine and pressed into her lower back. He nipped lightly at the skin, relished in her light moans.

Her hands clasped on his cheeks, forced him to stare into her eyes, clouded with an intensity and a fog he’s never seen. Her eyes scanned his face, looked deeper than his eyes—his soul. “You say ‘my love,’ do you mean it?”

She was searching for something. Remarkable. Real.

He nodded repeatedly despite her grip. “Yes,” he answered simply, “You saved me.” His voice was quiet, like if he spoke too loud, someone would hear, and it wouldn’t be real. “I love you, Mikasa. I love you with every bit of consciousness I was born with.”

Her next question was rapid, still searching. “Do you believe in God?” She forgot her place on the altar, the blasphemy between her legs as her pulse heightened, as she felt the hot waves of blood pool between her thighs.

“I believe in angels.” He paused, maintaining eye contact. “I believe in a Goddess.” He started to lean forward, but pulled back, like he was denying the magnetic and supernatural forces between their mouths. He whispered the rest, like it were reserved for only her ears, “I believe in you.”

She glanced into his eyes briefly, found what she was searching for, then pulled him in. Let his lips collide against hers. She was hesitant, unsure and unsuspecting, and she let him hold her neck tighter as he kissed her deeper.

One hand slid from her back to her thigh, slowly felt every vertebra to the bump of her bum to the flesh of her thigh. He squeezed her thigh and she hummed into his mouth. She felt his fingers near her crotch, the excitement and adrenaline reared in her gut at the notion of repeating events prior.

He removed his hand from her neck but kept his mouth to hers, repeatedly kissing her lips as he multitasked: one hand tickling up her thigh, the other unbuttoning his pants.

Eren’s fingers found her vagina, slipped into the opening and released a sudden gasp at the unexpected move. He felt around, gently slid two fingers in and out and poked around at her warm insides as she tightened her hold on his cheeks and kept their lips interlocked.

He shuffled his trousers lower until his cock was freed from the confines, moaned into her mouth at the friction. He kept his fingers inside of her, exploring her soft insides as his tongue slipped into her mouth, kissing and fingering her simultaneously, relentlessly.

Mikasa moaned into his mouth as the pleasure started building, her legs spread and already reliving the muscle tremble in her thighs as his fingers picked up pace. The blood was pounding through her veins, pulsating through her arteries, roaring in her ears.

She whined as he removed his fingers and brought them to her thighs, tugged her even closer until his hard cock was touching her wet cunt. He used one hand to slick it in her fluid, moaning into her neck as the motion triggered waves of pleasure through his body.

Mikasa was already panting from the fingering, already pink and flushed with eyes struggling to focus on the man she’d been dreaming of. “Pl-Please, Eren,” she begged, desperate to relive the pleasure, desperate for him.

“I will never deny my Goddess,” he responded, followed with a long kiss as he pressed his cock between her labia. He pushed deeper, breathed in each gasp she released as his hard cock filled the gap inside.

His hands slipped to her hips as the shaft disappeared inside. He held her tightly, breathing shallowly as the contraction of her walls around him overwhelmed his nerves, stimulated every nerve ending and set fire to his spine.

Eren needed a minute, to process the firing and catch his breath. He leaned his forehead against her clavicle, breathed heavily and moaned when she shifted her hips. Initially she shifted for comfort, to adjust to the pressing weight inside, but the sensation was too pleasurable to ignore as it sent up her spine and her brainstem reacted by reflexively shifting her hips again, wiggling against him.

The altar table shifted unstable, the candle holders shuddered as she rubbed her hips against his. Eren stood in awe at her bold maneuvers, closed his eyes and let her continue to unknowingly pleasure herself on him.

“Eren… Move,” she whined, clawing into his arms, giving into the greed and desire for more, developing beyond a simple want—morphing into a need for more. A lifeline.

But who was Eren to deny a Goddess’ demands?

He shifted back slightly, then pushed inwards. The drag of his cock evoking a light moan from them both, a hymn more harmonious than that during service.

He rocked his hips, dug his fingers into her hipbones as he sped up, thrusted harder and deeper with each movement. Mikasa’s mouth was agape, sharp breaths pushed out from her lungs with each shove of his cock inside.

Eren’s eyes squeezed shut, but the image of her was imprinted beyond his eyes, embedded into his memory. The visual, combined with the instantaneous rush of fiery pleasure from each drag was sending him to his edge, and he was fighting, fighting, fighting to stay together when he was coming undone.

His mind was blank, nothing more than the undeniable, innate need to keep shoving in and out of the woman he loved, to please her beyond himself. But her pleasure wasn’t enough, he needed more from her, needed her to beg and pant for relief. His finger crept back to her naval, slid down to her clit—she gasped loudly, inhaled sharply.

He played with her clit as he thrusted in and out, watched as her eyes clouded over and slipped closed, watched her mouth part open and heard loud ahh’s and moans slip out. Wanting. Needy.

Her blood was boiling more with each thrust, pulsating harder against the walls of her vessels like they must burst with each flick of his finger. Bundles of nerves fired simultaneously, spread to the rest of her body rapidly like a wildfire in dry brush, like a flash of lightning in a wet storm.

Eren’s movements were sloppier, becoming messier and more deluded with each incoming motion. His arms were stinging from where her nails dug in, but he couldn’t feel it yet—too fixed on where their bodies joined in blissful union, on where his base was starting to achingly throb and risked release into her warm and inviting body.

Their mouths rejoiced and rejoined in a last kiss as their bodies trembled in unison, spines shivered with bolts of pleasure never felt so intensely until now.

The acute stimulation was overwhelming. The onset was rapid and severe. A tsunami wave of overstimulation goosebumped and sweated into her skin. She wanted to call out for him to halt and yet keep going, but her voice was shot with endless rasps and moans as the unholy feeling erupted within her soul.

This—was familiar. This rapid buildup, this immense emotion turmoiling within, this indecipherable and indescribable and indiscernible pleasure beyond the word of God. She’d felt it before—only moments ago. It was familiar. It was all she wanted.

Her toes curled, his fingers clenched into his skin. She kissed him hard, pulled him closer until there was no space between their bodies. Her mind wasn’t blank this time—no, it was reeling. With millions of thoughts felt for merely microseconds before the next one began, about their fleeting time together, about his ability to make her feel so, about the happiness felt from climax and the budding desire to feel it again after despite it not even being over. About the unrelenting, unforgettable, unregretable event that she would inevitably think back on, look forward to the next one. A joyous union between two bare souls, two craving bodies.

She couldn’t hear his moans over the deathly fuzz in her ears. She couldn’t see with how her eyes cinched shut. She wrapped her shaking thighs around his hips and collapsed him closer. She climaxed, shaky and wet and moaning, pulling him tighter and pushing him away. She called to him, like he were far away and couldn’t hear her, like she were summoning him infinitely closer.

And Eren caved—he came, embedded deep inside her. Filling her with his seed and collapsing into her body.

He kissed her intently, with every fiber of his being and every emotion swelling in his heart. “I love you,” he whispered between intentional kisses, her face collected in his hands, “I will worship you forever.” She whined, high-pitched and heady and nigh.

“I believe you,” she returned softly, voice hoarse and used and fulfilled. Satiated, in a way she never knew. Satisfied, because she’d found what she’d been searching for. To know he exists—with utmost certainty. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“You will have me forever.” He smiled gently, kissed her softly. Addicted to the taste of her skin, salty with a halo of sweat. They stayed in place, unmoving like time was frozen, like if they hadn’t moved, they’d stay together forever, preserved in pleasurable, everlasting peace. “Lest we forget.”

[vampireg1rl]

i have two types

[blondieeu]

stretch you out. eren y.

"make that shit fit"

eren keeps chanting it over and over like a prayer, whispering it to you as some kind of encouragement while you struggle to take it all on your own like you promised you could. " that's right..go 'head n' make it fit mama..fuck." your hand was wrapped tightly around the base on him, aiding your cunny.

he hissed when you got down from your elbows and laid flat on his apartment's carpeted floor to get it in a better angle, arching your back. "that's my good girl take that shit." your ass was high up in the air and if eren hadn't seen your pussy before he was definitely seeing it now. "my fuckin' pussy" he mumbled.

erens hand rubbed up your back then back down to your ass, pushing it further and further towards the base till you started to swat at his hands, protesting going fully down. "I cant take anymore" you wined with a fake attitude.

"what?- you want me to do it?" eren was quick to sit up on his hands, white t-shirt pushed up to his collar bones almost tangled with that necklace he always wears. you didn't even bother pulling his sweatpants all the way off. "I just said it doesn't fit 'ren, you want me to say it in spanish?"

eren sat up fully, the movement making his cock push into one of your gummy walls, "watch this." he grabbed one of your arms by the elbow and pulled your torso off the floor with ease. you heaved as erens hands found themselves on your love handles, pushing them down to sit you on him.

the stretch burned, you stifled a whimper - you didn't wanna be the little girl who couldn't take dick she said she could. his forearms flexed as he kept your steady, careful to ease you onto the last few inches of his shaft.

"see?" eren grinned wide, real cocky he was right about yet another thing in life. "told you it'd fit mama." he shifted under you - getting comfortable with the angle. his hands slid down from your hips, to your thighs, and back to your hips. a light coat of, well- you coated his whole shaft now.

you looked over your shoulder at him with a giddy smile, "booo you did that on purpose" his green eyes stared at your own through his short, dark brown bangs. he chuckles when you grind on him experimentally. "man, quit playin' n back that shit up girl"

blondieeu xx

[rumisgf]

backshots with eren are absolutely lethal. like, just imagine.

your head is completely buried into the pillow. eren has your back arched real good for him, one hand on your back to keep it that way. you huff out a moan which each of his thrusts, your slick painting his cock and slowly dripping down your thighs as he’s working your third orgasm. you lean yourself forward in an attempt to give yourself mercy, only for him pull you back all the way on his dick. any time you raise a hand to push him back or brace yourself, he slams it back down and tightens his grip on you. it’s all so dirty.

“fuck ren- i can’t- fuckkk…”

“uh uh, stop running. take this dick.”

he takes a hand and slaps your ass, adding to his collection of red/dark purple marks he’s created. you can barely hold yourself up and as bad as you wanna tap out, he just feels so good.

“s-so good…’s too much.”

and he wouldn’t stop anyway, the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with every thrust and the view of your ass moving back against him is sending him to heaven. not only that, he knows you love this almost as much as he does.

“throw that ass back. yeah, just like that. my good little girl.”

no matter how rough he was you did what you were told and you took him so well, you really are such a good girl for him. your ass was slamming against him as you took every inch of him, you slurring your words and moaning out for him like a prayer.

“s-so wet..y’ make me so wet..”

and oh, he knows. no matter how much you joke around or are too embarrassed to admit it, eren goes to sleep at night knowing no one could ever have you screaming like this, only he knows how to have you soaked in a matter of seconds.

© rumisgf

[bitchimasnake-sss]

you liar, that's only possible is mikasa was the one pegging eren. there's no way he's doing all of that.

she's pegging him 100%

They broke the bed, they rebuilt the bed, they broke the bed again, then rebuilt the bed, then broke it again, this is the real cycle that continues

[strawberrybuni]

PUSHING THEIR BUTTONS TIL THEY SNAP

Characters: Levi, Hange, Eren, Armin, Erwin, Miksasa, Reiner, Annie, Miche, & Yelena Summary: Sometimes you just wanna fuck around, but your lover is ready to let you find out CW: LOTS of suggestiveness, degradation, yelena says 'bitch' A/N: request complete! I hope you enjoyy :3 I was still ovulating LOL

[saintkaylaa]

Flowers Prank

˚₊‧.⊹꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱˚₊‧.⊹ ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱˚₊‧.⊹꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱˚₊‧.⊹ ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱˚₊‧.⊹

𓆩⟡𓆪 levi, eren, armin, jean, reiner, porco, & erwin

note: you thank them for flowers they didn’t send you!

warnings: cursing, suggestive, sexual, toxic proco for you gremlins.

I BLOCK MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS || MDNI

[mccnlixht]

[arminsfavoritepookie]

Eren sometimes forgets how big his cock his.

His eyes are confused and dazed as he is slamming his dick into you quickly and deeply. You're pleading with him to slow down, whimpering and even clawing at his back, but Eren's emerald eyes are solely fixed on the way your pussy is drinking in the base of his dick. Your cries of help and tears make him bite his lips and close his eyes out of pure bliss. Every time he thrusts, his huge cock touches your cervix, fucking you slowly and thoroughly as if he wants to savor the experience. And when Eren is feeling especially needy, he’ll press against your stomach and trace the outline of his cock bulging out your flesh trying to find where his dick ends in your guts.

[ramonathinks]

ALL HE WANTS — EREN x BLK!READER

tags: 18+ (no minors/no blank blogs — you will be blocked), shotgunning, sex, kinda friends to lovers, established relationship (towards the end), oral (f!), making out, sexual tension, eren has a tongue piercing and dimples, fingering, dirty talk, reader is black, mutual pining, dry humping, unprotected sex, dubcon (both a little buzzed on weed),

notes: this is a repost ofc but... i wasn't about to miss daddy's birthday lolll. (1)(2) “continue reading” divider by @/anitalenia 4.1k words ! + repost!

“When you gonna stop playing and let me be your man, baby?” Eren had his hands in his pockets and lent up against the wall, staring you down. The way he talked always made your body shiver, the way he looked deep into your eyes made you want to moan.

“Just gimme the weed, please.” You rolled your eyes at him. He was always like this — teasing you whenever he saw you all dolled up; tonight you wore a short peach colored dress that made your chest look even bigger, and his eyes kept glancing down constantly from your lips to your chest.

He probably kept looking at your lips because of how plump and bright they were decorated with the clear sticky fruity smelling lipgloss you always wore. Your hair was done in a wavy black hair done in a 32inch half up-half down that framed your face pretty well; and Eren tried to act like he didn’t realize it wasn’t the hairstyle he picked for you a while back.

Unintentionally he licked his lips before digging through his pockets for what he came over to deliver. Normally he didn’t hand deliver anything, he made people come to him, but this was you.

Sweet smelling you who always looked as good as you smelt and right now there was an aroma around you that smelled of nothing but strawberries and some other fruity smell that he couldn’t decipher. It wasn’t even just the fact that you smelled so good but rather the way you looked so good too, always with your hair done even your nails — long coffin shaped, pink and white acrylic with little designs on them — and your face, bare or not your skin was always glistening rich brown.

He was always losing his focus when you were in the room. He handed you your weed and turned to leave. “Wait, here—”

He scoffed, “On the house.” He waved you off, he did this all the time, no matter how many times you begged him to just take the money.

“Eren!” Using his long legs to stroll out of the hallway and towards the apartment complex’s door. He almost made it out before he felt you tug at his arm, a deep pout on your face.

“You’ll get wrinkles. Don’t…” He caressed the area between your eyebrows and trailed down to your jaw — taking it in his hands and squeezing it, making your pout deeper before he let it go.

“Just here, okay? I’m grateful you don’t make me pay since we’re friends,” That definitely wasn’t the reason, but he didn’t say anything. “But just take it. I can pay, you know I can.” Your eyelids fluttered innocently.

He sniffled, “Fine. Fine. Just this once.” He flicked your nose. Then Eren looked at you, truly looked at you and smiled a bit. You were really too cute. “Are you coming to Connie’s party in a few?”

“Yeah, I was actually just getting ready before you came.” You tell him, finally letting go of his arm.

“And that’s what you’re wearing?” He swallowed, biting his tongue. He sounded so judgmental that your eyes widened before you looked down at yourself.

It was cold yes but you always chose being cute over being cold, plus you were always being driven around so you weren’t even outside enough to feel the freezing cold air and it was only a small bit of occasional snow, nothing too bad.

“What’s wrong with it?” You craned your neck a bit to see your backside. Everything was in tact and in place.

Jealousy was already deep in his chest and tugging at his heart, making everything feel so tight around him. He just shook his head, “Nothing, just thinkin’ bout how cold it is, that’s all. But I know you already have a ride lined up, right?”

Playfully rolling your eyes you smirk, “Actually…” Twiddling with your fingers, he watches you already knowing where this was going. “I was hoping, you’d take me if you had a chance? Maybe?”

“Do I ever say no to you?” He asked, walking back down the hall with you towards your apartment again.

This wasn’t his first time inside of your apartment. But for some reason he couldn’t help but to be in awe. You lived in luxury — marble countertops, a wide double door silver fridge, a patio… he knew he couldn’t compare to the lifestyle your father already had you in.

He wish he could... but he couldn’t. He made enough on selling whatever he could but it was only enough for him, not a lifestyle like yours. He wouldn’t be able to provide for you like you needed. Even if he got a real good job, nothing could truly live up to your norm and he would hate for you to settle.

It was the reason that he never truly could actively pursue you like he wanted with a good conscience. How could he pursue you when you had everything you wanted and then some?

Even the fuzzy pink rug on your floor looked like it was worth a couple thousand. A glossy painting of you hung in the center of your living room and it caught his eye, the last time he was inside it wasn’t there.

“Isn’t it nice? Looks almost as cute as the real thing, Hm?” You teasing, putting a finger to your cheek.

He gave you a side eye with a smile so deep enough that you could see his dimple and it made your heart flutter.

You always thought he was cute just not boyfriend material. You weren’t even being judgmental but you heard about Eren long before you had met him. Just a boy who always wanted to get his dick wet and especially when he had pretty clients, you couldn’t take him serious. Even if you wanted to.

When he wasn’t being a flirt, he was a good friend, always came when you needed him, even if it was just for a ride. He was always so sweet and treated you better than any of your boyfriends.

“You think I should just settle for some pants instead of this then, huh?” You did a slight twirl. You could tell he really liked what you had on but just not today. Not where y’all was headed.

He clicked his teeth with his tongue, “Uhh…” He looked you over, his gaze lingering on all assets.

His knee was bouncing and he was getting up before he realized. He never been inside of your room, let alone your closet. So this was all new territory to him, yet he felt like he knew where everything was.

He don’t know why he loved seeing you in your pink moon boots but he knew he wanted to see them on you tonight. He peaked over his shoulder, looking at you briefly before looking over your closet again. “Hm,” He held out two different shirts, you chuckled.

“Maybe this one with the hearts to match the boots and then a nice mini skirt… not too short.” He knew how you liked to dress and you gave him a coy smile.

“Ya know what, Yeager? You’re cute.” You kissed his cheek before pushing him out the room to get dressed. You hate to admit you were feeling hot all over, most guys didn’t come into your room for anything but sex and even though you weren’t expecting him to come in and help you decide on something else he did. It was little. But more than you were used to.

Eren on the other hand, was trying not to palm his dick. Touching the soft fabric of your clothes and imagining them on your skin, had him gulping. He paced the living room before he heard small paws running up to him and yelping. A small bundle of golden tan fur ran up to him, scratching and sniffing the area around him.

“Princess!” You yelled, running out to get your little dog. “Sorry Eren, she loves new people. I thought she would stay sleep, but...” You coo and tap the floor so that she comes running. “I’ll put her up and then we can go.” You scoop her up.

He stops you, “Let me meet my baby’s baby.” He ushers her out of your hand and into his own, a deep smile on his face as she licks his fingers.

You ignore what he says and how it makes your stomach flutter, you just cross your arms and watch. “She’s the cutest.” He tells you, staring you down with a hooded gaze. “Let’s get going, ‘kay?”

You nod, heading to put her into a crate so she can sleep until you get back.

He waits for you, even when you lock up your apartment, he opens the car door for you. You don’t know why but you feel like everything’s going to change tonight.

And Eren can feel it too.

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It isn’t until you’re already there that you realize his hand was on your thigh the entire car ride. His touch leaving a trail of hotness and when he finally parked, your eyes wouldn’t leave your thigh. Was it weird that you were already missing his touch against your skin?

You heard a few people greeting him as he caught up towards the house behind you, he nodded to a few and did a half wave to some others.

“Birthday boy Yeager, finally! Being late to your own party, really man?” Connie greeted him and your body froze.

Eren didn’t mention it was his birthday. Connie didn’t even mention it when he invited you. You frowned and moved closer before squeezing Eren’s side.

A slight yelp, “The fuck was that for?” He asked, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“It’s your birthday and you didn’t tell me? You were selling me weed on your birthday, driving me to your birthday party and didn’t bother to mention it?”

“It…skipped my mind.” He muttered, scratching the back of his head.

“You didn’t tell your girl your birthday?” Connie snickered. “You didn’t want any birthday sex? Mannn—“

Eren lightly jabbed Connie’s arm, “You know we’re just friends.”

But really, who could tell? Whenever you both were together, you both always stood so close together, sometimes even with his hand on your waist. Deep long stares and only focusing on each other.

“Rightttttt.” Connie laughs and waves you and Eren down to the basement. “So while the party’s upstairs… our real party will be right here, just the gang you know…” He explained while you looked over the place.

A comfy basement with a long couch and two loveseats, a few white garden chairs. A bong on the table that sat in the middle and a few bottles of alcohol. “Sooo, where is everyone?” You raised your eyebrows, arms folded against your chest.

Connie thinks for a moment before raising a finger, pulling out his phone and calling someone. “Yeahhh, hello?” You and Eren shared a glance before looking back at Connie. “Fuck, you gotta be kidding me… no, no, it’s fine,” Connie does an awkward smile to you both. “Alright. Yeah. See you soon.” He sighs.

“Fuck, I gotta go. Sasha said she needs me to get her. Then Jean too and… yeah… basically I think all those fuckers need a ride.” He explains. “Please make yourselves comfortable down here or upstairs, whatever. I’ll just be right back.” He jogs up the stairs and closes the door.

You feel awkward just standing so you smooth out a place on the loveseat and sit down.

But of course you weren’t planning on Eren sitting next to you. Cramped up and all in your space, his legs spread wide with almost little room for your legs. You stare at him, “Seriously?”

He does a sly smile, “I can’t sit next to you? You gonna deny me all tonight huh?”

Remembering it was his birthday, you just let him. His arm over your shoulder and pulling you in. “Fine… fine.” You mutter, pulling out some of the weed you brought from him earlier.

“Hey…lemme roll that for you.” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, he just does it. The shiny piercing on his tongue showing itself as he licked up the paper.

You squeezed your thighs, just watching him. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and with a few clicks, he lit your blunt and took one long drag from it, finally handing it to you.

“Thanks…” You brought it to your lips and his eyes burned into yours. You inhaled, smiling as you felt it come over you. You hummed to yourself, your hooded eyes watching him as he watched you.

“How you feelin’?” You heard him ask, your body humming and you leaned closer into his touch. Your head laying on his shoulder.

“Good.” You responded shortly. “Just really good.”

“I’m glad to hear that baby.” His voice sounded closer but you ignored it. You smoked the blunt again and when you went to exhale, he pressed his lips to yours, just a small peck.

Briefly, you would’ve missed it if your eyes weren’t open.

“Been wanting to do that all day.” He rubbed a hand down his face. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay…” You swallowed. “You can do it again.”

It was all he needed. His hands grabbed your face gently and he pressed a small peck on your lips. Then again. His hands touch the skin of your thigh when he goes in a bit deeper. No more little kisses, he’s fully kissing you on the lips. “Must be the weed, hm? You’d never let me kiss you…fuck,” He sounds pissed but mainly at himself.

“I took like two puffs, I’m barely…buzzed. I just… I mean why not?” You ask aloud, looking at him. Maybe you were just tired of pretending that you didn’t want him. That you didn’t want this. You were horny and maybe a quick fuck to get him out of your system would be good for the both of you.

“You like playing with my heart huh? You know how I feel and…” He trails off. “You know I like you—“

“You don’t like me, you just wanna fuck me like everyone else.” You had a hard time believing that he had feelings for you, that he wasn’t like any of the others before him. You wave him off but he grabs your wrist.

He clicks his teeth before laughing, “No, no, no…Baby. You’re special to me. Just want you all to myself, always.”

You snort, “Yeah right…” But your body felt so hot and like you’re wearing too many clothes.

“Come sit on my lap pretty girl. Let me show you something.” He pats his lap and grabs your waist, tightly.

“Show me what?” You were curious but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to come back to being just friends if you did what he asked.

“How much I like you.” He lifted you with ease and in an instant, you were on him. You could feel just how big and hard he was under you. You swallowed, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“Well? Show me.” You smile, hotness rolling off the both of you in waves. He smiles before he brings you in and kisses you.

Moaning when he pulls you closer, jerking his hips up to yours. His hands exploring your body and his tongue enters your mouth, swirling around. Slipping his tongue in and out your mouth, sucking on yours. His hands traveling down your back until he gripped your butt, spreading and massaging them in his large palms before sliding them up and down your back.

He kisses the sides of your neck and you take another drag of the blunt, feeling your lungs expand and the sensation of his mouth and hands making you shiver. He grabs your hips and rolls his more into yours, the fabric of his denim jeans hitting your clit.

Breathing heavily you inhale and with shaky hands you pull him forward. Kissing him with the smoke still in your lungs, his cock throbbing in his pants, he’s trying not to be greedy but he wants you. Tracing up and down your shirt, slipping his fingers underneath.

He feels a bit giggly afterwards. With a dopey big grin on his face, “You’re so pretty. Like an angel.” You’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt but your pussy is pulsing and you need him.

“Eren… thank you. But I just… need… I need you to…Please just touch me. Please.” His hands roam again. His cock half hard in his pants and his hands on your hips, he makes you roll them against his again. You gape and gasp a bit, feeling how hard he is against your damp dainty panties.

His hands are under your skirt and he massages the bit of your butt and thighs, spreading and patting you. He kisses you full on the lip and sucks more on your tongue before pulling back, “You’re just so pretty.” His forehead is on yours and his eyes are eating you up.

Your clit pulses and throbs the more he rolls your hips against his and the way he’s digging his fingers into the skin of your butt and thighs, you’re groaning and sighing, “This feels so…” you wrap an arm around his neck. “Good.” You whisper in his ear and feel him shiver, you press small kisses up and down his neck. “You’re so hard…” You lick him, small and to the point. “Eren…I—“

“Shhh,” He stops your hips, that were now moving on their own. “Just keep doing what feels natural… what feels right. We can talk about all of this later. But now? Let me make you feel good, yeah? Wouldn’t you like that?”

And it’s the way that he says it, honestly, that makes your heart speed up and your panties even more wet before he slips them to the side.

“Holy shit, already? This wet, baby? Damn…” His fingers sticky just from a quick slip inside, your mouth open and your legs shaking. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” You hear the sweet sounds of him fingering you, the wet noises echoing in the dark room.

“Fuck,” He mutters, flexing his fingers and twisting them inside. You clamp down on him and he bits his lip before kissing you, trying to keep you both quiet.

You lifted his shirt a little, looking at his stomach as he breathes in and out, his stomach muscles flexing. You smile to yourself, helping him out of his shirt before you trail your hand up and down his muscular chest and stomach. A semi thick patch of hair from his stomach and disappears down into his pants catches your attention and with a deep gulp your fingers dance lightly on his stomach until they disappear into his pants.

His breath hitches, “Your hands are so…whew,” His eyes are closed when you touch him, stroking him. “So damn soft. Too damn soft.” His hips jerk up at the contact of your hand against him.

“Has anyone ever—?” He doesn’t say it but licks his lips and sucks at his teeth.

“No, never…” Boys were too interested in sex never foreplay or oral. Some never even looked at your pussy.

He huffed, “Idiots. Want you to sit on my face, okay?” He could feel you twitching and your body freeze up.

“You’re so weird you know that?” You squeeze at his tip and he whined a bit, taking your wrist and taking it out of his pants.

“Hey, been thinking about it forever.” He have, he liked being your friend but he always thought about what’s between your legs. He always felt so guilty for it, this ulterior motive of his.

With your skirt still on, you move to hover over him. He breathes you in and groans out a deep “Fuck.” His tongue soaked in spit but he grabs at your thighs and slurps at your swollen clit. The heavy scent of your aroma wafting around his face.

Your thighs shaking as you rock your hips against him, but he wants to take things slow. Your juices all over his mouth and even a bit on his nose. You hated how greedy you were being. His tongue flicking at your stick clit and sucking on your lips.

“Eren! Faster…faster, please.” The cold metal piercing brushed against your clit and had you seeing stars so clearly that you tugged at his dark hair.

He liked the way his name sounded rolling off your tongue, even the way your mouth looked when you said it. Your lips: a work of art and your voice a song. So to be the one who’s listening and the one giving you this pleasure? He couldn’t help but smile to himself. To revel in it.

He chuckles listening to the soft moans of your pleads and begging, “No need to beg, don’t you know you own me? I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you say.”

His voice made you clench and he pressed small kisses up your slit before stretching you apart, “Think I can see you getting all wet for me…” His tongue dives in and your toes curl as he licks around the insides of you. Sucking at your folds and diving inside of your wetness, he moved one of his hands from your thighs and rubbed with two fingers on your achy clit. You shuddered, biting your lips.

He smiles looking at your pussy, so wet and pretty before he dives back in. Really just wanting to be covered in your scent. He gives a few more sucks, your hips raising and thrashing against his face.

“Baby,” The breath of his deep chuckle hitting your pussy and you shiver. “I’m leaking in my pants. I need you. Badly.”

He took his time but he laid you out on the couch, looking at the amount of your arousal that ran down your legs. He watched your pussy twitch, using his fingers he spread you open, clenching around the cool empty air. “Fuck,” you already looked fucked out and he haven’t even been inside of you yet.

Sliding his thick cock between your wet folds he felt you tremble. Tapping the head against your clit, he felt you jolt and he slowly slid inside of you. Your walls sucking him in and squeezing him tightly.

He groans, almost collapsing on top of you and you dig your nails into his back, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Wanted you for so long.” He kisses you quick and laced your fingers together, squeezing your hand. “It’s so wet inside of you, feels so fucking good.” Stretching and carving your insides to only fit his shape. Everything sounded underwater as he continued to pound inside of you. “You’re so perfect. So pretty. Fuck.” He angled his hips before thrusting faster inside of you. “So tight, so pretty, so mine.” He purred, licking up your throat and sucking; leaving a trail of hickies in his wake.

“Eren, oh god.” You breathe, worked up. He brings your legs from his waist and bring them closer to your head, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you.

“Think I’m in love withchu…” His thrusts are strong and now your feet dangling over your head, you couldn’t think straight. “But I think you already know that, hm? Think you love having me wrapped about your fingers.” Meeting every thrust he made, you felt a small bit of squirt splash and soak up his cock as he pulled it out before plunging back inside of you.

Your stomach is twisting and your toes curl heavenly as his dick continues, you push at his chest. “Wait! Eren…I…” You feel even more pressure in your gut and clench around him. “Please… no more.”

Your eyes are watery but Eren doesn’t care, instead he uses the pads of all his fingers and do deep aching rubs on your clit. Writing his name in your clit with your fingers, your thighs shake and then you’re finally cumming all over him and with a few more hard thrusts, he follows with a deep groan of your name.

He lays on top of you for a second to catch his breath before kissing you again. “I like you. Always have.” He huffed.

You bite back a smile. “I like you too…” You tell him shyly.

He gets up and hands you your pretty panties with a smug look. “So will you be my girlfriend?”

You chuckle, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend Eren.”

All Eren could think of was that this was his best birthday in a long while. He peppering kisses over your face.

“Alright… birthday boy, put some pants on.” You snicker, looking at his lower half, he was already getting back hard.

“Oh right.” He kissed you again.

[jjkeremika]

My Tutor (pt2)

description: mikasa helps eren with his homework and he thinks they should strip for each question he gets right.

my tutor (pt1): mikasa tutors eren in math. eren asks to feel her boob if he gets a 100 on his final

NSFW

“Thanks for coming over, Mikasa. I could really use you,” Eren said as she walked through his front door.

She blushed at the phrasing. She knew he meant he needed her for his homework, but the thought of him dominating her was more appealing.

She shook her head to dismiss the thought. It lingered at the back of her mind.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s no problem.” She glanced around the familiar apartment, the last time she was here being when he showed her the final.

Eren led the way to his bedroom and went straight to his desk. Mikasa followed close behind, his pleasant cologne licking at her nose.

She remembered the last time she sat here, helping him study for his math final. Here she was again, helping him with his new math class’s homework. She briefly wondered if he’ll ask for some reward again. She wondered if she should offer one this time.

Eren stared at her expectantly, like now that they were at the desk, she was supposed to lead.

She squirmed in the chair under his watchful gaze. Having his eyes glued to her and scanning her face made her self-conscious, and she silently hoped he’d look away. She wondered what he was thinking. If he was thinking about the last time they were together like this, too.

They generally avoided being this close to each other since the whole… boob incident. So when they were sitting less than a finger’s distance away and his foot was brushing against hers, she could feel her heart start to pump a little faster and her face start to redden. Her body remembered how it felt in that moment. She wondered if he felt the same way.

“Uhh.. hm…” She was at a loss for words.

The unsettling feeling ran through her whole body—she was so nervous it was making her mouth dry. Her brain was blank and out of order, like every brain cell packed up and went home for the week. Was it hot in the room or just in her body?

She took her cardigan off in a hurry. Eren looked at her in surprise. “Sorry. It’s hot,” she said quickly.

He nodded off in thought, staring at the desk briefly before taking his sweatshirt off. Slowly. The sweatshirt pulled his shirt along with it, and Mikasa’s eyes immediately flocked to the exposed skin. The skin looked so soft, like it would bend under her touch, and so hard, like if she pressed hard enough the muscle would stop her.

She knew he worked out because sometimes he asked her for advice, but she didn’t know he was so… so… defined. Hand sculpted by the gods themselves.

The sweatshirt was tossed onto the floor and he corrected his shirt. Mikasa’s eyes immediately switched from his abs to the paper. They made a brief second of eye contact just before she shifted. His pupils were dilated.

The thought of him catching her ogling him turned her cheeks into a deep pink. Definitely visible. She told herself he didn’t see her drooling over him, that she’d looked away in time. Eren was smirking. Definitely not.

Mikasa was just about choking on air with each breath—it felt so thick around her, like there wasn’t enough breathable air around her. Every swallow felt forced, and each breath was slow and drawn out.

He was the first to speak. “Sorry.” He tilted his head to meet her gaze. The light and angle made his jawline angle made his jawline look unbelievably appealing and sharp, like she’d cut her tongue licking along it. She felt her eyes drop down to his mouth. She watched him lick his lips. “It’s hot.”

She swallowed tensely. "We should get started." She didn't mean it.

Eren leaned back in his chair and tapped his mechanical pencil against the desk. “I... was thinking we could make this more fun.”

He was eying her carefully, trying to gauge her reaction and anticipate her response.

Her expression didn’t change and Eren watched as her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like she couldn’t settle on what to say. He thought about kissing her. Then she wouldn’t have to say anything. Neither of them would.

He still felt the rapid firing in his stomach, the nerves shaking in case she denied him, but he was 80% certain she was into him. She took her bra off for him six months ago after all.

He continued anyway: “Each question I get wrong, I’ll take something off.” She felt her body react; his smirk widened and the flame of desire sparked in his eyes. “I’ll even let you pick.”

He acted like he expected her to agree immediately. She hesitated.

“And if you get one right?” she asked cautiously.

“You take something off.” He raised his eyebrow. “My pick.”

It wasn’t a question. He was telling her.

And she liked it.

She took a deep breath, leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms across her chest and shrugged. “What makes you think I want you to take anything off?”

He paused for a second, smiling in a mix of amusement and amazement. He sat upright. “Are you telling me you don’t?”

She opened her mouth to protest, but said nothing as she watched Eren’s eyes flicker to her lips. He spoke before she had to.

“Alright.” He leaned in. “How about I just do whatever you say?”

Mikasa leaned towards him, remaining two inches apart. The urge to close the gap was overwhelming, like she was a celestial object approaching a black hole, just out of orbit, preparing itself to collapse in.

“Then you’ll do nothing,” she whispered, smirking, before sitting back in her chair.

Eren wanted to solve one question and then review it. Mikasa wanted him to finish the entire front page and then they’d review that. They settled on Eren solving a couple then reviewing, and so on.

He solved three problems before sliding the sheet across the desk to her.

She reviewed the problems. Two wrong, one right. Interestingly.

She handed it back. “One out of three. Not bad.”

“Soo… that means you’ll take something off?”

“What?” She had been so focused on what he had said about him removing his clothes, she completely forgot what he had said about her removing something.

He held his hands out. “Okay. I’ll compromise. We’ll alternate?” He chuckled awkwardly while asking; she wasn’t sure how serious he was. “I’ll go first. You pick.”

She felt a sudden pulse near her pelvis and she felt the muscles around her vagina loosen and tingle.

“One right answer, one article?” she asked, to which he nodded. “One sock.”

Eren rested against his hand, leaning against the table. He shrugged. “Don’t have any on. Pick again.”

She didn’t believe him, but she peeked and saw he was right. Definitely removed them before she came over.

Mikasa was flustered and was looking Eren up and down. Jeans. T-shirt. Probably boxers.

Did she want to draw that out?

“Hm…” She debated saying his necklace, but she knew where this escapade was heading and she really wanted to feel the cool metal against her skin while he pounded into her.

She slumped slightly in her seat at that thought. “Shirt,” she sighed—or at least attempted to. It was hard to not sound thrilled at seeing him shirtless. Especially after the preview.

The shirt was off in a second.

Three more on the front page. Her eyes were glued to his back. Smooth. Muscular. Bare. People wrote symphonies describing the way his body was built, the flats and sharps of his muscles mingling lively.

She wondered which divots in his muscles her fingernails would follow, or if her nails would carve their own paths, against the trails laid out by his back muscles.

The abrupt change from his back to his abs startled her out of her trance. He was smirking at her, she was blushing a deep shade of pink.

He looked confident sliding the page over. Two out of three.

Eren was looking at her in anticipation. He desperately wanted permission to ask her to remove something, but he was also fully content to remove something of her choice.

She nodded.

“Shirt.” She wiggled out of it, trying to be sexy like on tv but looked clumsy. She hit herself in the face with her elbow and her hair got tangled in the head hole. Eren liked the look of her disheveled, her hair sticking out and staticky.

She wasn’t ready for him to remove his pants yet. She hadn’t memorized his chest yet. “Before you get too eager, Im going to take my own sock off.”

Eren sighed dramatically, trying to make her laugh, trying to make her relax. She’s been tense the whole time. He took the paper back. “Next set.”

Her other sock, her tank top, and his jeans were removed. He was only in his boxers. She only had her bra and skirt. The time passed slowly as Eren worked on the problems. Mikasa tried not to be self-conscious, but she could see Eren glancing over at her periodically, and she could think of a million reasons why he shouldn’t like what he sees. He could think of a million and more reasons why she should.

The air felt ten times heavier when Eren slid his homework across the desk for the final time. She didn’t even want to look at it. She didn’t want to take her eyes off of him.

She leaned over the page. Eren’s stare felt hot, like a stage spotlight shining directly on her.

The spreading blush all over her body made it difficult to determine where the heat was concentrated. Her lips, her cleavage, her back, her skirt, her legs. It felt like he was looking everywhere at once.

She could barely swallow when she reviewed his solutions. She could feel her pelvic muscles loosen and release the first puddle onto her underwear. She could feel her heart beating in every vein in her body.

Three out of three.

She looked over at him. He had pushed his chair away from the desk, facing her. He was relaxed into the chair, legs parted. Her eyes kept trailing down his chest and ab’s to the obvious bulge in his briefs. She licked her lips.

His cheeks were red. He was wiping his palms against his thighs. His abs, blushed a slight pink, were just there, within an arm’s reach, begging to be touched. His biceps were so prominent. She wanted to rake her fingers over them. Despite being almost naked, looking so overtly sexual, his smile was so gentle, like he was melting under her gaze as his body held firm for her touch.

She was shaking. She wanted to touch him so bad. Her mouth was starting to salivate.

He waited until they made eye contact before lifting his right hand and motioning with his index and middle fingers for her to head over to him—and with what little distance there was, to sit on him.

She stood up and peeled her skirt off, wiggling slightly before dropping it and letting it fall to the floor.

His pupils dilated, and he reached his arms out and lightly placed his hands on her thighs. His touch was electric, she was paralyzed. When she didn’t push him away, he tightened his grip and pulled her in, onto his lap.

She complied and straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She let one hand dangle while the other wrapped into his soft dark hair.

His hands immediately slid to her butt, pulling her even closer. She could feel the heat from his bulge near her pelvis. She could feel herself pulsing for him, yearning for him.

He rested his forehead against her chest, between her breasts just above her bra clasp. She rested her chin against the top of his head.

His hot dry breath contrasted against his cold wet mouth. She gasped as he pressed light sloppy kisses around her cleavage, tracing the outline of her bra.

Eren’s hands tightened into her hips and ground her hastily onto his lap. His restrained erection rubbed against her inner thigh and he bit the thin skin of her breast. His hands rushed up her spine to grasp at her bra clip.

His needy groans synced with the rutting of her hips. “Ah, fuck,” he exclaimed with a rough upward thrust of his hips and a tug on the clasp. “You should just stop wearing these.”

His eyes sparkled as he glanced up at her as she airily laughed. “You should learn to take them off.”

The bra unclipped at his fingertips and his smirk widened, overtook his entire face. His fingernails scraped her shoulders and biceps as he excitedly yanked the straps down her arms.

“Oh, baby,” he tittered, one hand immediately cupping her boob, a reminiscent, fluttery feeling brewing in his gut, “you should tutor me.” There was a glint in his eyes.

She hopped twice, grinning as Eren’s face contorted in pleasure, as the apex of her thighs encased his bold erection.

One hand caressed her the top of her upper thigh, inching closer to where her blood was flooding, and the other surrounded her neck, holding her in place and pressing multiple kisses along her collarbones.

Mikasa shivered at the light grasp around her neck, gasping at the pleasant friction from the feeling, loving the cool feeling of the ring on his finger.

His hold around her neck tightened like a collar as he held her in place, as his lips roamed to her nipple and his hand slid to her crotch.

“Ah!” Mikasa gasped as his fingers graced against her smoothest, sensitive skin, pulling away slightly but restricted by his chokehold. “E-Eren!”

His finger blindly stroked until she sharply inhaled, and her hands grabbed onto the wrist around her neck.

“I still need to repay the favor,” he breathed out huskily, the breath tickling the usually untouched skin of her ribcage, “for this. For tutoring me.”

She wasn’t listening. Her attention was drawn to the pleasant throb at her pelvis and the metallic ring against her neck.

“For everything.” His hand dropped from her neck. She audibly whined. He immediately brought it back, let his large palm drape against her collarbones, lifted his lips to hers to follow. “You’re everything.”

[vampireg1rl]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SWEETEST PRETTIEST MOST SMART CUTE BOY EVERRRR MY BABY ARMIN ILY 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

[blondieeu]

resentment. connie s.

connie who’s been fluent in spanish his whole life, his first language actually decides to teach you the language because regardless if you’re just two collage kids in love, when you get married he wants your kids first language to be spanish too.

so he takes the time out his day to really sit with you in the lonely campus library and explain it with love because it’s something he really really wants with you.

“tú eres means you are, yo soy is i am. you get it? so let me give you an example, tú eres muy artística y bonita. you understand?”

“mmhm”

“why can’t you pay attention mama what’s wrong?”

you nod in a daze, barely even all the way there with the back of your pen almost stuck between your lips, eyes on his pretty brown ones. honestly, constance springer was the hottest man alive when he spoke spanish.

connie snapped an impatient finger in your face as he tried to read your expression, pulling you closer to him on the library booth chair so he could understand you better.

“nun, jus can’t focus well connie”

he smacked his teeth and looked at you with an eyebrow up, the one that he had slit. constance kinda had a stink expression.

“you know what i’m sayin’ when im doggin’ yo shit inna nother language, so what’s the difference?”

you felt yourself get quiet and your body get a little hotter while you sat next to him, starting to fan yourself with your acrylics.

“¿eso es lo que te ayudará a concentrarte, bebé?” (is that what’s gonna help you focus baby?)

he whispered, pulling your body effortlessly onto him with tattooed arms and hands to put you into a straddle form. he let your hips rock back and forth over his pants, a slow but noticeable motion that definitely displayed how you felt in the moment.

“you wan’ do this here, really?”

you rubbed on his shoulders, feeling that damn compression shirt get in the way of gazing at your man’s tatted chest, so you slid your hands down to the hem of said shirt and worked it up his stomach.

“mmm, that’s not true connie..i can focus.”

connie smiled a wicked smile, tooth gems sparkling in the dim light. and he pushed all your hair to the side so he could whisper into your ear better.

“si eso no es cierto?” (yea that’s not true?)

connie left wet kisses on your neck. his hands rubbed at your ass before sliding under your shirt and up your back, touching at your bra strap like he was bout to take it off.

“ s’ not connie. don’t be mean..”

he chuckled wrapping his arms around your waist to feel you grind down on him a little harder, groaning a bit and silently grateful the nobody really used the library on campus.. and it was pretty late so nobody was gonna come.

“you realize that was in spanish right mama?”

blondieeu xx

[rumisgf]

PASSENGER PRINCESS - connie springer x black!reader

summary: your... best friend takes you on your weekly late nights drives. but, this night is different: both of you are aware of the tension between y'all even though neither of you address it- until tonight. warnings: marijuana usage, best friends to lovers, eventual smut, yk car sex, french kissing

you just had got off work, and today really wore you out. it was the usual: your manager was getting on your nerves, there was this lady who tried to argue with you over the counter, and you had to train probably the most incompetent teen who had just got hired. all you knew is you need a blunt and a nap.

as you're laying on your bed ready to kick your clothes off, your phone buzzes. a text from connie, probably the only person you have patience for right now. it reads 'you home?' to which he knows you are, he found out when you get off work (because he listens, of course. totally didn't do his own research before you even told him directly). the minute you text back he's calling your phone, and you roll your eyes a bit 'cause you already know he wants to bother you now.

"hello, sir?" you can hear him smack his lips.

"man, you not even tired! i'm 'bout to head out anyway, just wanted to see what you was doin' right now."

"what, you trynna pick me up?"

"don't ask dumbass questions, you want me to pull up or not?"

you smile to yourself, and get up to change out your work clothes. "mmm... yea. c'mon."

"bet." *click*

soon enough, you see his car pull up from your apartment window and make your way out the door. as you walk down the stairs, you can't help but grin to yourself. no matter how bad of a mood you're in you would never miss an opportunity to chill with his fine as- you mean, the only tolerable dude you know.

you open the car door, the smell of weed hitting your nose. "yooo!" connie greets you with a smile, and a wood in hand. he already had started to roll up before you even made it to the car.

"nigga, what did i tell you 'bout smoking outside here?! if i get in trouble, it is not gonna be my fault!"

"you'on wanna hotbox?" he asks obviously, making you roll your eyes as you buckle in your seatbelt.

he starts the car up and places one hand on the wheel, ready to find an empty parking lot. he notices how you stare outside the window, hand resting on your cheek. "work piss you off?" you simply reply with, "why?" and he says "you not talkin' like usual and actin' all bothered."

he was right, work did piss you off. but for some reason, he was making you especially nervous today. "ion know, just my manager was on dick today. and i had to train this lil' boy he was pissing me off too. i know he a kid but damn, this why i ain't wanna be a trainer in the first place. i already work overtime most of the week i don't be having the energy for that shit, y'know? he keep giving me all these things to do like my schedule not already tight and i'm busting my ass just to still not get promoted yet." it was nice to get stuff of your chest like this because it really calmed you down. better yet, he knew how to calm you down. he knows how to listen while making sure you're still having a good time.

he eventually pulls up to a gas station. "well, don't let that shit bother you. you probably gon get promoted anyway cause you actually do your job. besides, if that don't happen, i been telling you to quit anyway." getting out the car, he pulls his hoodie over his head and comes to open your car door. "now c'mon." "i don't want noth-"

"i said c'mon, mama, i'm getting you snacks! and i want some too i'm not leavin' you in here."

having no argument, you get out and walk with him inside. since it is late, you're the only ones in there and there's only one cashier in sight. the mid aged lady smiles at the two of you as she notices the door bell ring. you both grab a drink of choice from the freezer and make your way to the counter. he sees your eyes dart to a bag of chips, and he picks it up to place it down before you grab his hand. "you don't have to, con." he ignores you, sliding it to the cashier to scan. "oh, stop it, you act like i haven't payed for your hair before."

"your total is $12.59"

he pulls a 20 out his pocket, handing it to her a taking his change. as you both leave, she says "by the way, you two are such an adorable couple!" but, before you can correct her, connie replies

"thank you, ma'am!"

now, you're both sat in the car laughing at the interaction that just happened. "thank you? for real?" you say through giggling. connie simply shrugs, "i ain't wanna make her feel bad!" in your mind, you began to question his response still. why didn't he say no? "i mean shit, you don't look bad so." he stops, furrowing his eyebrows and side eyeing you. "oh, if i was ugly you woulda had a issue?" you look to the side as he pretends to start to be offended. "well, yeah duh." he laughs in response, you following after. "alright, dude."

eventually, he pulls into a random parking lot. you see a bench and a sign, so you assume this is just some park in the area. luckily, no one's here anyway. connie's hand finds the back of your headboard as backs up into a spot. "found this spot like yesterday, nobody really around at night. plus it's chill, i wanna talk to you and ion wanna be bothered seeing other people around."

you can't help but focus on his jawline as he looks back, barely paying attention to the words coming out his mouth. "you even listenin' to me?" he snaps you back into reality. you turn back in your seat as you smack your lips and he chuckles, settling back into his seat. he picks up from where he started, rolling a blunt for the both of you. once he finishes he pulls out a lighter from his glove department, bringing it to his mouth. your eyes pay good attention to his eyes glancing down at the wood, his fingers, his mouth as he inhales, and the way he looks at you after he puffs out smoke.. god he looked fine.

"damn, you gon' take it?" he asks before you even get the chance to zone out completely. you mutter "my fault" before taking it and bringing it to your own mouth. now, its his turn to examine your movements. you don't even notice him eyeing you: the way your acrylics look as you hold it, your makeup still looking nice after a full day of work, your closed lids, the way you're slightly titling your head back... fine as fuck he thinks to himself. he takes off his hoodie as his body warms up. when you look back at him, you see his toned arms in the moonlight and your face begins to heat up. "you feel better, ma?" you nod in response, attempting to contain yourself. however, he can't help but examine you and you begin to notice. "so, what you wanna talk abt?"

he uncharacteristically fiddles with his thumb and looks down. "well shit..." you take another hit, still making eye contact with him. "after that thing just happened it kind of reminded me even more," he takes a pause. he puts his hand out, and you pass the blunt to him before he continues. he brings it to his lips, slowly inhaling. then as he exhales,

"what if we was a couple?"

you take a second, nearly being took out your high that barely started coming over you. "oh.. uhm-"

"not like that, just what if, y'know?" he quickly interjects to save himself from possible rejection. "yeah of course....well, ion know like i said you not ugly." you end up shrugging. sure, you guys are friends, but it would be a complete lie to say you haven't thought about it yourself. you had just never planned on voicing it. "well, what do that mean?"

"i don't know, you not ugly. if we talking hypothetically you my type i guess." you explain, avoiding saying how you actually feel. "i guess is crazyyy." he leans back in his seat, throwing one of arms behind his head as he takes another hit. "so, i'm yo type?"

you feel yourself start to smile. "now what do you mean, sir?" he simply laughs. "i think you pretty too, y/n." his statement catches you offguard, and you find yourself speechless. he only laughs more and looks straight at you, now half-lidded with red hued eyes. "you ain't notice me starin' at you for how many times you been in my car? and you the only girl i really be having in my car, you basically my passenger princess."

the name passenger princess makes you feel warm in a place that you are not willing to acknowledge. "...well, i been starin' at you too. surprised you ain't notice" he's quiet for a second, then looks down at his lap with a smirk. "i did." you smack his arm and he's now in a fit of laughter as he relishes in your embarrassment. after a minute, he smiles at his eyes cant help but focus on your lips. "what?"

he takes a minute to think over the choices he's about to make. and after some thinking, he comes to a conclusion. "...c'mere, mama."

you stare at him for a second, questioning if this is a good idea. but, the way his arms look after removing his hoodie and the way he's manspreading is definitely blinding your judgement. so, you find yourself climbing in his lap just slightly raised up enough so you're not actually sitting on him. but, his hand wraps around your waist and makes you sit down. "aw c'mon, why you bein so shy? it's just me." and he's right. this isn't even the first time you've been this close to him or sat on his lap. your friendship has very little... boundaries. or better yet, you two have a closer platonic relationship than others.

he stares back at you as he raises the blunt in his hand to your lips. you take a hit, blowing smoke directly in his face. you both smile and laugh softly, connie biting his bottom lip. "you so goddamn fine, i swear."

all you respond with a soft giggle as you lean closer into his chest. he wraps an arm around your shoulders and holds eye contact. finally, you both slowly lean in, closing the distance between your faces. his lips instantly catch yours and set a steady pace. he tastes like soda and indica, but right now that is so delicious to you. subconsciously, you slowly move your hips on his laps in rhythm with the movement of your lips on his. he lowly grunts and pulls away. "woah, what you trynna do?" he mumbles, eyeing your body on top of his. "shit, i been holding in a lot, con... i'm on what you on."

his eyes find your thighs, then comes back up to your red, lazy eyes. "you sure, ma?" you bite your lip, "yeah... you want to?" a soft chuckle leaves his lips and he leans back in, centimeters away from your lips. "i been wantin' to do so much to you, y/n, i wanna make you mine.."

his lips crash onto yours and his hands immediately find your ass, massaging the plush skin hidden by your leggings. your tongue finds it way into his mouth and he matches you, tongues dancing with each other. you can feel his boner from under you, and you hope he can't feel you throbbing on top of him. he pulls away again, and tugs at the hem of your leggings.

"can i move these, baby?" he asks. you nod, and he pulls them down to your knees. you shimmy them off knowing you're better off without them restricting your ankles. in return, he scoots you back and he unzips his pants, pulling them down to reveal his stiff hard dick under his boxers. nearly drooling, you eagerly move back up and kiss him again. you grind your hips on his lap once more, moaning into his lips at the feeling. his hand go to guide you and kneed on your ass. he groans into the kiss, you making him harder than he already was.

then, you pull away. he takes a second to look down and notices the wet spot forming on his boxers. he smirks to himself, "damn, baby you that wet?" you look away, still grinding on him. he laughs to himself at your reaction then slides his hand down, pulling your underwear to the side. this thumb finds your clit and you gasp at the sudden contact. he rubs slowly, eyes glued down. he pays attentions to the way your hips begin to buck upward at his touch. then, he slowly slides two fingers into your entrance. "o-oh fuck-!" you moan out. looking back up to you, he licks his lips and focuses on you. "like that, mama?"

you hum in response, eyes closing with pleasure. grinning, he curls his fingers and earns a louder moan sliding out your lips like butter. the sound of you and your wetness as he plays with you is music to his ears. "c-connie..." as you moan out for him, he perks up teasingly. "hm, baby?" you open your mouth to speak, and cut yourself off with another moan. "i- fuck.. i need you"

"need what, babygirl?"

you whine, knowing he's making you say it. "..need you t' fuck me, bae.."

with that, he slips his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and keeping eye contact as he licks them clean. while he does this he lets you pull him out his boxers, dick springing out. you already had a feeling, but he's big. you stroke him slowly, taking notice of how he squirmed in your touch. "fuck, y/n.." his hips buck upward and his lids close for a second, slightly throwing his head back. you end up throwing off your underwear, leaving you in only your hoodie you left the house in.

"take yo time, okay?" he says softly as you lift up. you nod, and finally begin to sink down onto him. he bites his lips as he feels your slick coating him as you slide his dick into you. your hands grip his shoulders as you sit all the way down, feeling every inch of him. you both moan at the feeling. after a few seconds, you start moving up and down on him. your head falls into the crook of his neck, moaning onto his skin and sending chills down his spine. "f-fuck...baby.."

his hands find your hips, following your movements. "damn baby, just like that.. ride that shit.." you pick up the pace and your grip on him tightens. he now goes to grips your ass, helping move you up and down on all his length. "fuck-! 's so big.." you're whining and moaning into his shoulder, working yourself on him.

connie starts to move his hips in unison with you. "yeah, you like that shit? he starts grinning, looking at your face buried into him. "mhm.. love this dick.." your slick is staining his boxers even more as it drips down while you coat his dick in arousal. "i know, mama, this pussy takin' me so well... you wet f' me." he smacks your ass, earning a small gasp out of you. "look at me, ma."

you lift your head and he smiles at you, admiring your current state. "sexy as fuck.." he moves to massage your hips before pecking your lips. "love you, princess." your heart flutters, as well as your pussy, and your lips form a small smile. "love you, pa" you circle your hips on him and he hums with satisfaction, curses falling out his mouth. "yeah, just like that.. so fuckin' good.."

you ride him with intent, doing it like you had always did in your fantasies. "you feel so good.." you moan, your hole gripping him tighter. "fuck.. i know, ma, i know. takin' this dick so well."

a knot begins to form in your stomach and your eyes squint again as you look back at him. "baby, 'm gonna cum.." you moan, now moving up and down faster. in response, he begins fucking up into you at the same pace.

"mhm c'mon, nut all on this dick." your moans grow in volume and you become putty in his hands. "fuckfuckfuck!" you cry out as your eyes close shut, and you're slamming your ass down on him as you chase your high. he moans as he watches you, holding you tighter. "yeah, there you go mama..." soon, you begin writhing on him as you cream on top of him, painting his dick white. you can feel the strings of your own cum as he continues to thrust into you, reaching his own orgasm. "c-connie! fuck!"

"'m close baby, 'm close, i know." his breathes are frantic and his head is thrown back. "holy fuck, baby.. shit-!" he pulls out as he jerks himself, releasing himself on your ass. you both lay on each other, out of breath as you come down. he looks at you, a smile growing on his face. "don't you go fuckin' somebody else like that, you mine now."

you smile back tiredly, leaning in to kiss him. this kiss is slow, and loving. you pull away, "and you mine."

© rumisgf

[prncessjaeger]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

making out with your girlfriend felt like heaven. the feeling of her tongue clashing with yours, needy whines fell from your mouth when she pressed her cool fingers down your panties, rubbing along your clit. she then littered kisses all over your neck, moving down to your chest to quickly latch onto your harden nipples, “oh fuck baby,”

you could practically feel her throb in your lap and grabbed along her face, “mimi, can i please eat it? i’ll make you feel real good baby, just saw the word.” you saw her lean up and capture your lips again, “no,” “why notttt? you never let me go down on you…” the urgency in your voice made her contemplate in her thoughts and soon a soft sigh escaped her lips, “fine, okay.”

you lay down salvitating infront of her wet cunt, waiting for her command to let you pleasure her.. ‘finally’ you thought, happy that your loving gf decided to let you eat her pussy for once and felt her hands grab along your hair and pushed you forward. your mouth quickly attached to her licking and slurping all over her clit, “there you go, fuck yes,” the feeling of mikasa’s fingers rubbing along you sticky cunt, easily inserting one finger…then two erupting a long, drawn out moan fall from your lips, stimulating her pussy which caused her to groaned quietly, “shit.”

her ego being too high, not wanting you to realize she needed this and instead she always wants to fufill that high by giving you pleasure. you leaned back, spitting on it and darting your tongue out, feeling mikasa’s hand still tangled in your hair push your head back into her legs, sighing out in bliss, “mhm, you’re making mama’s pussy feel sooo good baby…”

[cottonconnielvr]

pairing ✩ — plug!connie x hyperfem!spoiled!black!reader

warnings ✩— nothing much just fluff, money, pet name daddy is used

“I SWEAR TO GOD BABY,” Connie placed your 6 week old dog back into your lap. “Keep this fucking demon away from me” Your sparkly glossed up lips pouted, petting Marshmallow. “She’s just a baby” Connie bought the dog for you because you keep talking about how much you wanted one. He got the exact breed and everything. Since then, you’ve been so attached to the fluffy animal and Connie was a little jealous.

“She ate my fucking Bapestas” Connie quickly counted the band that was sitting in his lap.

“Boy hush, it was a small little bite. Your shoes are perfectly fine” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving it shiny and glittery.

“So what are we doing today?” You finally bring up your original question. Connie called you to tell you to be ready at 3.

You were dressed in a pink juicy couture tracksuit and some pink custom AF1’s Connie bought for you. His initials hanging off of your neck in shiny diamonds.

“Got a few clients today and wanted to take you with me, wanna take you shopping afterwards.” Connie spoke while keeping his focus on the 5th band that sat in his lap.

“You don’t have to, you just ordered me like $1000 worth of shoes” You loved the treatment Connie gave you but didn’t wanna take all of his money. Although Connie was willing to give you all of it and put you on his will.

“I know but my baby passed all her finals. You deserve the world” You let a smile creep onto your face. Connie always knew how to make you feel so special. He only ever wants the best for you, seeing as he dropped out of college. He just wants for you to be as successful as possible and stunt on all these hoes.

You grabbed his jaw, turning his head to face you before kissing him repeatedly on the lips. A smile broke out onto his face. “I love you so so so so much” You pressed one more kiss to his lips.

“I love you more ma” Connie pressed a kiss to your cheek, staining your lip gloss on it. He reached for the duffel bag in the backseat and placed 3 bands in, handing the rest to you. “This is for your rent and whatever else you wanna spend it on, kay?”

You held back the urge to scream, feeling just so spoiled.

“Thank you daddy” You tease and place the money in your tote bag.

Connie puts the car in drive and looks over at you as he pulls from in-front of your house, seeing you already distracted as you scroll on Sephora.

“Spoiled brat” He mumbles